forever undecided

twisted halls,
melted walls.
my path is yet decided

from when I crawl,
until I fall.
no thing will ever inscribe it

and when I fall,
you will not bawl.
your grip still stays unminded

twisted walls,
melted halls.
my path forever undecided

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I wrote this poem about my battle with substance abuse. Words still can’t describe this craziness.
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