The Devil is here today
There's a hot breeze in my hair
The September heat
caresses my chest
I saw Him
at the bottom of my can of Coca Cola
I tasted Him
amid the smoke and whiskey
Rocking slowly in the patio chair
Easy
Breezy
I heard Him
in every sigh of smoke
curling from my lips
He lifted me high in the air
with His strong arms
And I smiled
And breathed a sigh of relief
My face is numb
My body is light
We laugh
He and I
He sets me down so gently
I throw away the empty can
I put away my flask
I discard the ash
Till next time old friend
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The Road To Recovery Is Muddy
PoetryAn ongoing journey through mental illness and the daily thoughts and struggles that accompany it
