Second Place


Unsettling, 
certain I’d outrun
warning signs.
Picking up my pace,
somehow addiction
always won the race
and war in my mind.
Spiraling toward
out of control, 
over the edge.
Twelve step head start
wasn’t an advantage.
Speedballing, 
stumbling before
any finish line. 





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2 responses

  1. To a certain extend all are like that, aren't they?

  2. To a certain extend all are like that, aren't they?

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