Bat-shit-crazy sober.
All but I restored.
Pray harder.
Find the right god.
Someone prays for me.
Wait for god.
Is god inside?
How long shall I wait?
Bat-shit-crazy sober.
All but I restored.
Pray harder.
Find the right god.
Someone prays for me.
Wait for god.
Is god inside?
How long shall I wait?
Alcoholism, Compassion, Depression, Failure, Fear, Poetry, recovery, Seeking God
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#1 by Evelyn on January 29, 2011 - 3:48 pm
“Bat-shit-crazy sober.
All but I restored.”
wonderful lines.
wow.
#2 by Carl on January 29, 2011 - 10:28 pm
Thank you, my friend!
#3 by Margaret on January 29, 2011 - 9:45 pm
That is wonderful. Conveys the pressure from outside to do it do it do it do it, as though we’re not trying.
#4 by Carl on January 29, 2011 - 10:35 pm
Margaret, thank you! You get it!
#5 by undeniablymaybe on January 29, 2011 - 11:32 pm
Everyone’s seeking something…
#6 by Carl on January 30, 2011 - 6:59 am
Yes, which often is nothing, or nothing different. Thank you for your comment.
#7 by Raven on January 31, 2011 - 9:44 am
Sometimes I wonder if that line if thought is little more than a distraction from real life (whatever that may be). But you put the confusion, the wondering, and even the fraction of hope, I feel when I start looking…well done.
#8 by Carl on January 31, 2011 - 8:42 pm
Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it!