Welcome to the end of tis my disease.
Of freezing shadows and ending their tease.
No, please. No, think not me as high on dope.
Sorely yoked but now high on dope of hope.
Welcome to the end of shameless decrease,
Wee devils running rampage near my crease.
Could liken it to sliding down a slope,
And wishing I from my life could elope.
Welcome to endless laughter as I please.
Was a wall of cracks with a life on lease.
If I saw a priest, prophet and the Pope,
Still won't explain how from this I did cope.
All morning grudge and nightly guilt just cease.
Welcome to my rebirth gliding with ease.
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
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