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~ FREE TIME ~
I drank my last drink and I popped my last pill, Completely dried out, but I'm craving it still. I gave it all up, left my vices behind, But what can I do, with all this free time?
I regret the time wasted and the family I knew, Long gone in the struggle, as my neediness grew. I wasted my money, squandered every last dime, Now what can I do, with all this free time?
The time that it took, for me to get here, Used up most of my life, while I was dodging the fear, Of living my life, by my own design, Now I'm clean and I'm straight, with all this free time.
I'm clear as a bell, now that I've left that hell, My own personal prison, my own personal cell. A free man at last, from the life I declined, Left with hours and hours, of all this free time.
Too many's the time, I just sat down and cried, For the people I've cheated and for all of those lies. While clutching my bottle, of red table wine, I'd try hard to remember, my life’s happier times.
The fine friends I had, my dear family too, Tried to hold on, to the man they once knew, But they lost their grip, when I crossed that line, Staggering into a world, devoid of all time.
I left who I was and became someone else, Lost in the maze, I made for myself. Wandering through it, time after time. Too drugged to follow, the path that was mine,
So tired and alone, I reached deep inside No more self respect, no more foolish pride I found my spirit there waiting for me To show me that time, sets a wounded soul free...
COPYRIGHT©2002 BONNIE TORRENTE
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this poem is so strong... it really hits a spot in my heart knowing that I've sat on the sidelines for so many years while my mom went through this stuff... and now that she is clean and sober hopefully she will find something to do with all her new free time
Love
Mandii
~Jackie~
An open honest write, that can be read time after time, even by the author and find hope overflowing in the verses. Great write. Lisa