Sober Party

Some ache you must break
through,
just the pain you downed, blocked,
stored away that stays,
pray it burns out.

For even walking I fell,
footsteps harder,
like two belts
stopping rape,
it happens.

I want, I want.
What?
Not you.
Not me.
Something,
that makes me work,
a knife in my back.

Stay clear of those pills
they call a party.
Safety is stored in peace
where you are sane
and close
to someone sober.

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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