Cold Turkey Mornings

I walk in the shadow of the man I would be
trying to arrange my jigsaw world, as did he.
My drunken fire consumed my old life before
now I ask myself for more, can there be more?
Is there anything from my past life I can save
can I recapture friendships lost upon my wave?

Shivering dryness as I try to be myself again,
can I rekindle the passion my heart felt then?
The periodic near sanity comes on more often
but my cold turkey mornings still never soften!
Through my mind my thoughts stumble and grope
yet I hope upon hope, there must always be hope!

sonofadam