Reece Beckett
Oct 17, 2021 · 1 min read

A poem.

Image by Jimmy Ofisia, via Unsplash.

My addictions causing friction, wishing that my life was fiction

Giving up on giving up on giving up the drinking

Thoughts become obstacles, pain is obvious, unfixable

I spend my days stuck in my ways, my face so clearly miserable.

That same nauseous feeling when I try to take a step