The Thousand Pound Phone
The Thousand Pound Phone
In dark isolation, feeling alone Staring at my, thousand pound phone Scanning the numbers, my support list Frozen in fear, I somehow resist Light as a feather, when lusting for dope So hard to lift, when needing some hope Head's in control, feel the disease Desperate, I pray, "Take my will please" Sponsor imparts, a portion of love Passed on to him, from Someone above Loneliness be gone, you're not my wife Telephone thanks, you saved my life When face to face, with my disease I find some strength, down on my knees Thanks be to God, I'm never alone As together WE lift, the thousand pound phone Poem by Kevin Kensick |
What a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!
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