by Wayne Gates   Mar 18, 2019

Boredom is becoming my biggest cross to bear.
It weighs heavy on me when no one is near.
I can no longer work or hardly get outside.
Facebook and TV cannot fully provide.
The stimulation I need to feel emotionally at ease.

I remember when a bottle and the pipe would help me relax.
and I begin to forget how they caused my collapse.
The battle continues after all these years.
I will never be out of the woods.
Of that I am clear.


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  • 7 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    You may never be out the woods, Wayne, but as long as you know that, you have a fighting chance of surviving them.

    Do take care and all the very best to you,