Relapse

Staring into space

Waiting to be remembered

Mobile on the ceiling

Spinning into dust

Walls the separator

White gold strewn on the table

Leaned awkward on the stranger

For whom there is no trust

A plea heard from the distance

Of babbles, a faint  scream

Reality that there’s others

A temporary dream

Lost lives are a misfortune

Mistakes, a lesson learned

Withdrawal  begs  a relapse

Addiction is forewarned

 

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