Crawling through the tidings of an ill omen, I scry a better landscape
Haunted by trials of my own imagination
I plod hither and thither
Seeking a glimmering light within the cages of my soul
I divine a trembling glow far off
Or rather nearer and clearer than before
I swear off chemical resolutions
But don’t doubt that I will stumble again
“I don’t regret the poison that set me free”
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