Saturday, February 8, 2025

Lost and Astray

 A child once innocent, now lost his way
Seeking escape, a path led astray
Addiction’s grip, to numb the pain
A life unraveled, like untying a chain
 
He yearned for love, a partner, a dad
But demons pursued, fortunes went bad
The highs, the lows, a vicious cycle
His world crumbling, like a burnt-out tricycle
 
On his knees now, regrets overflow
“Forgiveness,” he begs, in whispers low
A broken soul, redemption to find
If only he could rewind.

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