Six months….and sober;
Finding my way back from blind rage
and drunkenly hurting others
still numb inside
waiting for a drink that won’t come….
The numbness envelops me at times
making me want to experience an altered state
where my mind can go rogue
and make my body it’s weapon of choice
and leave my mind with no remorse…or recall.
This is a bare-knuckled fight to the death.
One of us will not survive.
One of us will be eaten alive.