Lost Soldiers

For all of the friends I’ve lost to Addiction.

Times up.
Game Over.
Too many lost soldiers.
Fighting -the battle of one
Being overcome
and reduced to succumb
To this disease as it breathes
Inside of me
so heavily
At times it's
hard to see
What's truly
meant to be
But if done easily
You can be set free.

It's dormant for now
But ever so loud
Trying to escape
As I
continue to play the tape.
My thoughts
become clearer
The noise
It starts to fade
My eyes open wide
And this is the bed I made.
So now it's time
to lay down
And be all I can be
F**k this disease
All the bullshit
I won't let you
get the best of me!