The Relapse Poem by ashish shrestha

Inside four walls of this room,
the clock tiks my head hard.
I've been here before, i've seen
these shades, it hunts me.
I've been caught once chasing
the bait.So greatful i was set free.
The greed is upon me, easy to forget
how hard it used to be.
im on the run again,
I swim in the calm sea,
my blood is warm,
my eyes are open, i'm weightless.
The gravity has set me free,
I'm over the moon,
i'm not commin down soon.
The past is distance memory,
dead as good as unwritten history.
But the tide always comes back and
takes me away with its flow,
I let myself drown like i'm helpless.
Tho my lungs content all the breathe i need,
knowin i'd be safe to raise with grace, i let my
self go but than comes the strom,
why do i give chances to be swept away?