Can’t
by Sam M. Phillips

Addicted,
Afflicted,
Dead corpse honey veins,
Sharp sunshine kiss,
Senseless bliss,
Smoke screen paralysis,
Tie me down,
Cold boulder crush,
Feel the rush,
Sweet sweat scream,
Obscene,
Come clean,
Can’t go through this again.

Hope,
Dope,
Can’t cope,
Run out of rope,
Slide with me
Down the slope,
Filled with blood,
Mud,
Crud,
Slush piles,
Stripped smiles,
Confusing wiles,
Why,
Cry,
Die,
Can’t go through this again.

Rip,
Nip
In the bud,
Problem,
Cut,
Shut,
Strut
Down the street,
Stumble,
Crumble,
All a jumble,
Foggy gaze,
Maze,
In a craze
As I chase,
Feel base,
Race
Toward my own fall,
All
Or nothing,
Can’t go through this again.

Rumble,
Tumble
Up and over,
In a pit
I sit,
Revisit
All the pain,
The strain,
The gain,
Not enough,
Too much,
Such and such,
All a mess,
In distress,
Wickedness,
Count the cost,
All is lost,
Can’t go through this again.

Luck,
Struck,
Bottom out,
Shout,
Mind in rout,
Where to turn,
Can’t discern,
Who are you?
I am blue,
Who am I?
Don’t know why,
It’s come to this,
Baleful bliss,
Turned to piss,
Can’t go through this again.

Inner strength,
Any length,
Nearly dead,
Need to clear my head,
Give it time
To sort through grime,
No easy way,
Just day to day,
Things will get better,
Just finish this letter,
Can’t go through this again.

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