SoberA Poem by Dolce Vita
I wish there was a twelve step programme
To take to recover from you I would freely admit my addiction: The need The release The agony I'm trying my best to dry out A sobriety of the soul But abstinence makes my heart grow fonder And I am a drunk A user A lush Purging myself of you Takes more than vomit and pills I wish it were simple but I'm climbing the walls; I ache And shiver And sweat So I've locked you away and thrown out the key Because this is how it ends. I would rather be sober And empty And numb Than the drunk driver at the wheel © 2017 Dolce VitaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 9, 2017Last Updated on January 9, 2017 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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