I look at my wife
Where love used to shine
I’d see her face light up like mine
Until that day when I left
It behind and now all I see
Is my face not thine.
The world seems more bland, less
Glimmering with shine
The day full of grey
Frowns down,
As do I
All that is left is just sand
Where gardens used to bloom
A cold dryness
Festers
Leaving me with gloom.
I decided to write a poem to describe how I feel right now…I feel like I’ve been pushing up a heavy boulder only to have it chase me back down again…am I going mad??
If the cold dryness is festering after you’ve relapsed you just need to hold on for a few days, don’t relapse endure the pain, endure the withdrawal and the garden will bloom again in few days.
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