Recoverry Poem by nat jones

how long must this last
all i ever think of is this past
how long must i wait for
how long must i pay for
so much pain i must abstain
how did this come to be
i do not agree
i did not forsee
i must pass this obession
this profession
this agression
i am without expression
where there is dope
there is always hope
thought it looks like a slope
there is always hope
don't give up
just wake up and see this light
at this terrible height
no matter how far you dig this hole
you well always have a soul
recovery is a bitch
an uncontroable itch
a constant twitch
someone day il be rich

Im Coming Down