A Mind That Never Sleeps

The thoughts and images,

inside my head.

Will live on,

long after I'm dead.

For, they speak louder,

My mind is a garden

many seeds are planted in it.

In order for the flowers to grow

the weeds have to go.

The seeds must

Doubt words screaming in my ear

Questioning thoughts bombarding my head

Compelled to believe

Five sense cry out lies,

As I travel Recovery’s way,

Help me be determined I pray,

My addiction to overcome,

And in victory daily run,

As I

The mind of a repressed kind

Sadness in the eyes of an old friend passing by me in my darkening thoughts
Plagued by ever