RMC

Reflect the addict is empathic
that at it I can look at it,
combat a glitch without a hitch
and the rod sparred no switch.

I liked the spike of rum
on my tongue I’d run for fun.
Endless days in a phase won
I’d pray everyday I’d God shun.

But thanks is sustainable
for now am able to be stable.
I seat me, myself and I
every night at the table.

Thankful for the food I
crude ever was rude I’d exude
hurt that was caught in my eye,
all my life I’ve felt goodbye’s gloom.

To look back is killing me
to see the tree of trangquility
green in a scene like a calm sea
I want to just be me.

And I need your hand I
weep a lullaby every night I cry
in the stills of sharp pills why
have these ills been in short supply?

The azure sure I hope I cure
more than I could endure
in the inner monologue sure
not here fear has me indentured.