Respite, some respite
When’s it going to come
Just a little awning
to duck beneath the sun

When it rains it pours,
my Mother used to say

Grew up too fast,
we grew up too fast
We forgot all of the fun
We learned to overthink

Remember, remember
Nothing lasts forever

My Last Confession

Over and over
and what is the point?

I lie down and practice
as if I forget how it’s done

Praying to nameless
that these chest pains
are only anxiety

I keep on doing it,
this living thing
Keep on continuing
because I do not
know anything else

And over and over
So what is the point?

Struggling to find the strength
to remove this mental blade
from my ribs

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Today is day 67 since my last drink.
It’s been 80 days since my last confession.