It has become my addiction.

My safe dysfunction.

Paying homage to it everyday.

Kneeling down to it.

Allowing it to steer my life.

Needing a 12 step program

For this drug (past) of mine.

I cling to it like a child to his  mother.

Hoping it would comfort my pain.

Replaying the memories constantly.

Rarely giving room for the new.

Sinking in the sand of yesterday.

While gazing in my rear view.

 

 

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