Childhood Hill

[Justsomedude]

I can hardly imagine, now,

the beauty I saw from the

peak of Childhood Hill.

But, just because I'm not

looking down doesn't mean

it's not beautiful, even still.

It's just out of reach from

where I've taken my stance

and to make it back up

is a downhill chance..

The nights I've wasted, wasted...

Not like the gamblers, though.

I wanted to, but they really chased it.

They were always too trashed

to know the depth of the cess pool

or who they splashed.

I must've cared more than

I wanted to admit about ending up

in that bottomless pit - afraid to

flee the familiar feel

I'd known on Childhood Hill.

(a mountain that doesn't

have to be climbed as long as

we never fall from it's flat).

But I came sliding down

as if the ground were made of

ice or something like that.

Barreling down to my grave

with my hands in the air,

announcing my arrival,

and spitting at casualties

along the way -

making light of their

happenchance survival.

And they shook their heads.

And they threw their dirt.

Some of them wanted me

to hit Rock Bottom

just to know their hurt.

Some of them wanted to

help, but changed their

minds in light of my arrogance.

(I'm not as bitter toward them)

And some of them, the ones

I hurt the most, watched in

horror when I upped my dose.

Both my sanity and serenity

in hand, I slid.

Both of which were lost amid.

Then I hit the ground and

did I hit hard?..

I hit so hard on the ground beneath,

I'm still spitting fragments of my busted teeth.

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That was very moving. Thank you for sharing your soul.