Relapse

Relapse

A Poem by Jeff Bresee
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Is this the sad state where I find that I am?

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The state of the worse. The state of the damned.

Is this the sad state where I find that I am?

 

The evil inside me who long dwelt therein,

I’d given him home for he felt like a friend.

 

But then cast I did he out of necessity

to walk in dry places, where rest he did seek.

 

And while he did roam, I set forth alone

acting quickly to sweep and to garnish my home.

 

Till at last it did seem to be ornate and clean,

and I said to myself, “I am finally free!”

 

But then after a time when no rest he could find,

he turned back to my home that was clean and refined,

 

and he studied to know in what state it might be.

He smiled subtle and cold, for he found it empty.

 

Then he quick turned about with a wave of his hand,

calling seven more like him to join in his plan

 

where they all entered in with a mindset to stay,

Thus, I cannot believe at the end of he day

 

how I’ve come to arrive in this state where I am.

The state of the worse… the state of the damned.

 

Ref: Matthew 12: 43-45

© 2024 Jeff Bresee


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Added on February 4, 2024
Last Updated on February 4, 2024
Tags: relapse, addition, fighting addiction, falling back into addiction

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Jeff Bresee
Jeff Bresee

Dallas, TX



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I love to write poetry and then turn it into songs. I am a singer/songwriter for Weathered Pages, a Fort Worth, Texas based music charity. Check us out on Apple Music, Spotify, I Heart Radio, Pandora.. more..

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