Smoke and Memories

Dawn of sobriety

Eyes clear, mind lagging behind

Reality is cruel

A simple fact of life

Nights spent, restless

Barely getting through to morning

A few cold beads of sweat are the only early warning

Body wracked with pains

Worse than all the anguish I’ve been feeding to the flames

Face full of smoke

There’s no walking away from that which hurts the most

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