Timstavert's Blog

Sitting in a shelter,

Waiting for the next boat,

To find my old life,

To keep my hopes afloat.

Cold wind blowing across the lake

With only a hat, jacket and scarf,

To keep me warm from the wintry chill,

Now, I remember taking the wrong path.

Yes! I am in remission from my habit,

Being stoned every night with alcohol,

Followed by cocaine and pot to smoke,

falling into a six foot deep hole.

Many will reject me, 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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