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Sitting in a shelter

Waiting for the next boat

To find my old life

To keep my life afloat.

Cold wind blowing across the lake

With only a jacket, scarf and hat

To keep me warm from the wintry chill

I remember my life from being a prat.

Yes! I am in remission from my habit

stoned every night with alcohol

Followed by cocaine and pot to smoke

I feel myself entering a six foot deep hole.

Many will reject, please don’t,

Am I going home? Will they want me?

I look in the mirror because,  I want to break free.

I  wish I said no.

I am sorry

I begin to shiver

Sorry everybody, sorry…sorry…s

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©Copyright Tim Stavert 14th April 2014

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