The Rabbit Hole (Not Even One)
James Kenneth Blaylock, 10-5-22
I miss you, all those long
years between us, gone
I thought you were so strong,
but you were just hanging on
drugs and alcohol covered,
your wounds, no recovery…
you chose to go on downward,
the rabbit hole goes and goes
a slow suicide, but suicide,
walks beside not even one
Writer’s note: Written for no one,
yet, written for anyone, everyone
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