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by Neil
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Experience · #2195382
Get clean, relapse, repeat until sober... but don't count your chickens until i'm dead.
How good does it feel
To have something that was just a dream
That transcends the physical
Yet tangible enough to touch

A reality that is so strong
Born from a weakened spirit
Brought alive by hope and desperation
Sort from the dust of angels

Natural selection was my downfall
From downfall came necessary rebirth
Saved from the jaws of pessimism
Out of the lions den but not the fire

Pity was my only friend
Poor me became the rallying cry
Self indulgence no matter the cost
A pathetic life left behind

This dream it seems so real
But don't they all at the time
To wake and find this dream is imagination
A nightmare that I dare not find

Hope shall never be forgotten
And even in my darkest hour
The blackest night comes only to reveal
A light that shines bright just for me

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