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| Member Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Olympia, Washington
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| A Whisper from the Grave
Sometimes not all of are going to make it, I personally came real close the "edge"....never again, life is precious. Jim A Whisper From the Grave You came to visit me dear brother with sweet flowers in your hand I have waited for what has seemed an eternity to tell you, so you will understand. You were right and I was wrong, but I couldn't stop me, I had to go on with the obsession that consumed me as the pain grew slowly into addiction's pawn. And left me standing on a freeway off ramp begging with my little dog with a sign that should have said; "Help Me", instead of "homeless", as I sat there in the fog. Tell Mom and Dad I love them and never planned to leave this way I was in the grip of something that had lead me far, far away.... From all the people that tried to save me when I was out there on the street wandering wasted and lost and so alone to that place of distant dammed defeat...... I am sorry that they found me with a bottle by my side and tell them, I wanted to stop but this was something I was denied You gave me so many chances to set things right and turn this stuff around can't you see, or believe.....how bad things got, until I rest here in this plot of ground And I call out to your broken heart Thank you for the life your tried to save I pray that you hear me as I whisper from the grave............ |
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