In My Prime

Encampments,
Tents,
Even lived in
A few sheds,
Hoped&wished
& Prayed to have
A roof over my
Head
Maybe sleep
In clean blankets
Instead of
Dumpster diving,
Searching for a
Used dirty old
Bed...
Trying to keep
A minimum 2
Causing my own
Blood shed,
To quit poking
Myself with old
Needles,
And skin pop
Instead,
But the
Junkie in Me
Couldn't let
Me go
I'm allowing
The past
Once again to
Rent space
In my
Head...
I've been a
Glutton
Devouring
Every Dirty
Lie I've been
Force fed
So ignorant
I played
The way I
Allowed
Myself
By Me,
To be
Misled
Evil all around
Me
Nowhere was
Safe to tread
From Morals
And Values my
Brain had fled
The walls where
Id lay my head
They were
Splattered and
Stained red,
Hiding on the
Fringes,
Almost off
The grid
So many times
That I
Backslid,
Man a lot of
Dirt I did,
I wasted so
Much effort
Spent to much
Time
Caring for
Everyone but
Me
Out of the
Dark hole
I no longer had
Fingernails to
Climb
I've been
Beaten and
Raped,
But on
Myself I
Committed
The worst
Crimes
Sold myself
For a dime
Was so
Scared & ashamed
So unable to
Trust
I just shutdown
Like a Mime
Seeking out
Guidance in a
Circle of
Junkie, tweaker,
Slime.
Here I am
Now in a
Place of my
Own,
Now life is
Supposed to
Be the Norm
Only if I'd been
Informed of
How horrible I
Treated
Myself
An Addict
With
Tunnel Vision
Feeding my
Sickness my
ONLY mission
No future envisioned
Never in admission
Of Killing Myself
Wasting All the
Years,
That I was
Truly In My
Prime.....

By: $tr8 Sav
$avage Words
02/2024
Antioch Ca