One Slip Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

Laying in wait,
Like a sniper,
Following me around like mice,
And I'm the pied piper.
Always in the bushes,
Waiting for me to slip,
Once I fall,
He tightens his grip.
No holds barred,
No submission,
No hope, no faith
In this war of attrition.
Letting go of God
And gripping the bottle.
He steps on the gas
And goes full throttle.
Taking me down roads
I hadn't ventured before
My downward spiral speeds up
As his foot hits the floor.
Full steam ahead
Down the dead end road
As I hit the bottom,
I watch my life explode.
Pick up the pieces,
Dust off the ash
I miraculously walk,
From the fiery crash.
Sniper returns to the bushes,
The mice back to their holes.
Waiting for the chance.
To imprison my soul.