CRANBERRY COVERED ROADS

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    CRANBERRY COVERED ROADS

    CRANBERRY COVERED ROADS

    I can't believe all the drama that I've allowed to rent space in my head.
    I've corrupted the lives of others and had thoughts of being dead.

    I’ve lingered in the wrong direction to long I beleive I'm stuck in this mode
    Yet my thoughts are uncertain I'm in the middle of a cranberry covered road.

    A winding road of pain and suffering swimming inside my head.
    I can't focus on anything inside myself and all I can see is red.

    My emotions are like knots in my stomach as my memories start to erode.
    I'm asking for help I'm afraid of myself on this cranberry covered road.

    I'm still fighting the craving from the drugs I took and I'm fighting them all alone.
    I'm followed around by failure is my destiny written in stone.

    I've come full circle from the addict I was into the addict I've come to be.
    I'm a addict and I'll be one till the day I die and no one can take that from me.

    I’m no longer trying to be slick and devious my addiction is like breaking a code.
    But I won't let this sway me from the path I've choose on this cranberry covered road.




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    Scorpia commented on CRANBERRY COVERED ROADS

    04-16-2011

    good poem, so dark. but what is a cranberry covered road?
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    janetdawson commented on CRANBERRY COVERED ROADS

    03-26-2009

    not bad
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    markrohaley commented on CRANBERRY COVERED ROADS

    03-14-2009

    Jesus or death?
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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on CRANBERRY COVERED ROADS

    03-05-2009

    i love this poem great wording and imaging
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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