The hole is dark.And it is deep.
I would travel there every night before sleep.
I would reach,
Reach,
Reach.
Grab the hand of my sins and let them be.
Follow them into the dark which I mistook for a part of me.
Turn a blind eye to the obvious reality.
This place would someday be the death of me.
Then slowly I would part,
Dirty pleasure in my heart.
Say "until next time my dear friends,"
Maybe I won't be so guilty,
When I visit again.
And as I said,
This hole is dark.
And it is deep.
For addiction is an incline that is very.
Steep.
//Do not lose hope just yet. You can be free.
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Light & Dark
PoetryHonest expressions from personal experience and open hearted inspiration. © 2017 Elizabeth J Angaiak