Trapped In The Margins

I’ve been down this road too many times before.

It never ends well.

Crashing and burning.

Those too close become collateral damage.

Alcohol doesn’t burn like it used to.

Pills don’t have the same effect.

Choking on cigarette smoke.

Finally something to replace the pain.

This damned burden of existence.

They say dying is easy.

Living is the hard part.