Abstaining Poem by Stan Rodriguez
Abstaining
Help me, recover from my crawling into gutter ways
my pride was left there at your threshold years ago…
The day—my entrance was denied at your request
And I find it hard to function now in emptiness
though there are still those dreams—that God did bless.
That Keeps me abstaining—a bloody mess.
And if this is the way it all works out
I still have those memories that keep from an ending—
by my hands.
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