Steeping in my worsening ways.
There’s only so many strays my soul can take.
Brewing potions of liquid luck,
To battle the anger that’s deciding to stay.

Maybe some felix felicis could get me what my soul needs.
The pain folded me over, downed on my knees.
12 rounds deep with the demons I greet.
Disposable Dave the only epithet I see.

my value’s decreased.
self confidence is leaving. 
I pray the waves swallow me whole,
to save me the drowning and sinking. 
I use to drown my pain down the pharmacy sink.
2023 i realize it’s all up to me.