He tells me he’s doing better now
It’s been a long upward crawl up from the sewer
The bottom floor was hell for real
He used to be addicted to junk
Now he’s addicted to talking about how he’s not addicted to junk
Counting the days he’s been clean
He talks about junk more now then when he was using it
Makes me think that no one gets away from it all the way
The more he talks, the more I see the monkey
Breathing down his neck
Singing sweetly in his ear
Telling him to come home
No one ever gets away
No one ever crawls all the way out
They become living documents
Tributes to the overwhelming claws of the 10 ton monkey
Powerfully penned, Keith. That’s a lot of what addiction does, it waits for you to get complacent. Especially in the beginning, I speak from experience. Sometimes I had to talk myself down early on, it’s the toughest part of getting clean. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks my friend for the feedback and comments.
We all have our addictions. And as much as we want to get away from them they are embedded into our souls. Like rot.
Great ink, friend.
Addiction is one tough demon to destroy. Thanks Nick.