I’ve reinstated foregoing thoughts <br />Of sobriety and hope. <br /> The mackerel sky doth shine its light <br />Upon my newfound scope. <br />For years my light was far too dim <br />But this day I renew the flame <br />That had been sovereign with hope <br />Not prevailing thoughts of shame. <br /> But sober days do violently incise my will <br />And I lapse to antecedent ways. <br />I bury myself in a grave of famine <br />Living within these infectious days. <br />I battle Satan’s mercenaries <br />With every flash of conscientiousness. <br />I’m blinded on this debauched road <br />In which I have digressed.<br /><br />Travis Lepine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-does-my-road-lead/
