FavoriteLoadingAdd to favorites

The Recovery Bleeds

written by: Rob Clark

@oldschoolrob197

 

Say what you will
We both know
Things won't change
Pop another pill
Blame it on the pain
But
at the end
of the day
Real
  recognize
Real
 and
Game
  peeps 
Game

I've been
down 
that road
And
 I know
It's a
long road home

I remember
 when it was...

A little drink
A little weed
A little pill
to fill that need
A rolled up bill
A little speed
The little things
That made
 the middle bleed
And break
 the Will in me
The little thing
  killing me...

No matter
How many pills
I swallowed
Or spills
from the bottle
The pain
would remain
still tomorrow
I would never fill
that hollow
Until I sought roads
That would lead
to returning me home
I had to relearn
Being complete,
alone...

Rob Clark

Rob Clark

I am a musician, a poet, a comedian, and an aesthetic's engineer.
I am nobody and nobody is me.
Rob Clark

Latest posts by Rob Clark (see all)

Read previous post:
Death, a poem written by Donna Africa at Spillwords.com
Death

Death written by: Donna Africa @DonnaAfrica   The final curtain call destined finality an end of life that awaits us...

Close