Writing Through Different Perspectives

I don’t have experience with losing someone to drugs or alcohol but I always have sympathy for those going through it. I had a 4 hour train ride and this is one poem I came up with.

Toxic Mess

So intoxicated, you’ve been like this for days yet

You find a way to say, you and tipsey have never met

I guess there is some truth to that it is usually a brief meeting I bet

The alcohol gets way over your head I fear daily I’ll find you stone cold dead

I understand you feel your life is a mess, but if you could take some time to free your emotions and just have rest

You’ll find that your soul knows you best. Although these times might appear dark. I’m pleading you to claim back your colourful heart. So we can find a new canvas to start

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