sober
there’s cough syrup
on the nightstand.
my throat doesn’t hurt.
there’s still wine
in the fridge.
it’s been there
a year
and a half.
i could just
take a pill.
i don’t really
need it.
my friends
almost certainly
have something.
i know more
who have
something harder.
i haven’t touched
any of it
in ages.
but i’m still addicted
to thinking
about it.
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“but I’m still addicted to thinking about it”
Way to recapture the entire poem into one line. This poem is powerful and cuts to the heart. You capture what sobriety looks like and the lions share of inner strength required to walk away.
Full of the real. You have captured some good stuff here.
A great introspective piece of you!