I like to think I won't be left behind too long,
Or that my crooked roots won't bore the patient ground.
When clouds from yonder north decide to dim the sun,
I hope each thunder clap will break without a sound.
I'm drinking more and more, of that there is no doubt;
Each passing eve seems so much darker than before...
But if this wine and me don't find some safe accord,
I'm bound to pass right through this thin and fragile floor.
For now, I fear I'm losing all my will to live -
What dreadful cost I'm asked to stay afloat!
I pray, don't damn me to the ocean's spiteful whims,
And cast me off alone on such a feeble boat.
Life is full of light and dark. Things never sit still and when we go through dark places where we feel we are drowning then addiction can raise a deceiving hand. It offers escape but instead magnifies the pain and makes everything so much less bearable.
There is as Brenda said many lifeboats here for you if you ever need them and many souls around you sending you love and warmth.
Your poetry says so much and is a beautiful thing.
The only thought I had when reading this is I disagree with what doesn't kill us makes us stronger because sometimes said things turn us into weak beings that are seemingly afraid to even step foot outside thus would rather be dead maybe I'm just having a. Real pessimistic day so I apologise.. Fantastic rhyming and piece as ever