Sadness in Word - Luke Cyr (43 Handicap)
The falls of time continued from Rome
Mine aren’t a secret or locally known
Stand and listen the rumors are true
Use it as leverage as most of you do
My life is my own, and those close to home
Each step that I take is considered a roam
Take but a moment dissect the true cause
Sadness, your boredom should take you to pause
The plight of life pathetic and long
Written words wasted, ineptness in song
Tomorrows is blank, the truest of lines
Giving you gossip, a staple of mine
Existence important the breath of my life
Without me to reference your day stays as night
This is a poem I wrote in the spring of last year. I was given a choice, return home from treatment, and I tried to use all the tools to fix my situation, or I would have to leave.
Ultimately, I decided to leave. It was the greatest thing I could have possibly done. Sometimes we find ourselves in a spot where we return to the scene of the drama, over and over again, until it beats us down. We went back to square one and lost to the darkness yet again. I wanted to change that narrative. I wanted a fresh start. I was a hard worker and wanted to be free of my past, that only came up when it was convenient to someone else. I felt like I was in quicksand; the slow death that I couldn't escape. So I found a new home, and a new circle of friends, and was able to right the ship.