Is yet again another day that I struggle to lift this pitiful sole out of my bed.
My body that I abused last eve with booze, oh! this dreadful pounding I have in my head.
This sickness that I have has taken me a prisoner, with a strong hold on me.
I have thrust this sickness onto my loved ones. making them too unable to be free!
Maybe one day, I will find the way to leave these miserable days behind.
But how will I do this! What path must I find!
Perhaps it will be when I have fallen so far down,
not able to smile, only able to frown.
Only then, will I make the choice to what I must do on that day.
Either stay down in this dark pit, or beg for mercy, on bent knees to God I must pray!
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Christi Brannon
Writing is a way that I can share my deepest thoughts about many things that happen in all our lives, and while I share with others these things that I have written, my hope and desire is to inspire and uplift the human spirit.
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