The morning sun erupts.
My spirit sags.
My soul is without compass.
Alcohol my guide leaves me to die.
In a field no longer full of promise.
On the side of the road without hope.
Beaten beyond recognition.
I now see beyond me.
I see all that I leave.
I leave shame and pain.
To those who loved me most.
I loved back with nothing.
So blind was I to see a reflection of me.
Morning erupts and shatters the night.
and not far behind the pieces of a life dissolve into a lost day.
