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Straight
936 hours wasted.
Mistakes that were gradually fading
return with malious vengence.
5 weeks and 4 days drifting.
The lines again blurring--falsely shifting
to the lies I have memorized.
56,160 minutes passed.
The anger, pain, and acerbity masked
beneath this empty security.
3,369,600 seconds dated.
Floating on a cloud and sated.
But soon I know I have to come down.
These 39 days have tried at least.
Slowing addiction to a final peace.
Yet again I stumble into pace
as I gracefully fall away from grace.
