Found: From Some Time In 2013

I have lived on both sides of the coin -
I have been good,
even
respectable.
I have also been a thing that you would kick from
your doorstep,
a stray and rabid
dog.

We are always all
just this side
of
madness.

There is nothing poetic about 7 am
pacing the floorboards,
peering from windows,
feeling the terror of a brand new day.
Knowing that in an hour's time they
will be expecting you
to FUNCTION and WORK
without a wink of sleep and full
of poison.

Meth mouthed hookers
with tongues the taste of latex
and sore nostrils are the norm.

No one knows to look at you but
you've seen the depths of depravity and
most would never find their way
back.

I am not sure I will ever be the same
but somehow,
like a roach:
I still
survive.