The Thousand Pound Phone

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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