You
rise to a beautiful day
Healed,
tears put away
A
lyric, a smell, a taste
Awakens
the gaping hole inside
and
then
The
turbulent river begins to roar
and
then
The
weeping wound is ripped raw
Exposing
the bloody scab, an ugly unrelenting scar
Rum,
Whiskey, Wine
Spirit
juice for the grief
better
or worse
Morphine,
Valium, Vicodin
Spirit
poppers, happy yet dead inside
better
or worse
Cocaine,
Heroin, Meth
Vein
juice, ecstasy travel to the dead world
and
then
better
or worse
Worse
when they say –
Time
heals all wounds
My
juice helps me remember, makes me not feel, keeps her alive
Silently
screaming inside
Mask
on
I
rise to another beautiful day
