Though not yet rusty

the color had begun to fade

On the door knob,

a light layer of dust laid

That which accumulates slowly 

Is so easily  blown 


Footprints still distinguishable 

Though hidden under a blanket of snow

The path stretches out for miles

To a destination well known

Regret is the twin of Shame

Once one is birthed,

The other 

not long to follow

Torture is to stay away

Yet running back

A pill easily swallowed

A promise now made hallow

A prayer drowned in shallow

Bottles of gin

And you too,

Like the prayer

Are left drowning in sin

But sobriety is Hell

For you burn with desire

And the peak high is Heaven

... If you survive the fire

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