I rise in the A.M. hours before the Sun awakes
I am square by choice and sleep I’ll never chase.
For eight hours I read, I write, I answer to responsibility.
If I remain, twenty years from now I can achieve anonymity.
I desire the smell of honeysuckle from the soft skin of a factious friend.Â Â
I come home to walls that secure a negative space
It for me promotes hate.
If I remain those walls will provide refuge not harmonious; just a place to break before the next day.
Alcohol cannot coat my fears
Drugs will not contain my tears.
To engage would weaken me and that I will not adhere.
I am in possession of my needs yet in loss of my wants.Â