The Bottom Rung

The Bottom Rung

written by: Flash

 

An addict’s love is no less real,
For being so neglectful.
I have no one but myself to blame,
For being so forgetful.
Drug induced or hug induced,
A euphoric lined disaster.
Star crossed love is full of hate,
But the burned hand just gets blacker.
Innocence was born,
Into this guilty pleasure crime.
Conflicted and addicted,
Was this man without a dime.
Torn between three loves,
But only one was pure.
Only one could save him,
But the demon took his cure.
All was lost,
And, oh, the cost.
Still life’s edge held one finger.
Dead bottom has a lonesome feel,
And long there did he linger.
Out of time and out of mind,
But Resurrection bound.
While drowning in the darkness,
Flailing feet find solid ground.
It’s a long and lonely struggle,
From the ladders Bottom rung.
The detritus and slime,
Can make you slip and get you hung.
As you climb you find a warm soft light,
That fits you like a glove.
So you rise up and embrace it,
Then you know
That Life
Is
Love