Drained Over Giving Up

My eyes taint a blurry vision as I bounce
off dingy walls, ambling through musty halls.
My withdrawals expose my lust for embracing
hallow trust with a grain of salt,
gulping cheap shots
with a glass of temptation.
An addict of circumstances,
I’m destitute of remorse.
My pockets lack the cash to repay
the lessons learned.

(To anyone who likes this post, thank you so much. You’re my hero.)

Twitter – @AC0040

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