As a tribute to my dad now one year clean.

To the bottom I go

When I’ll be back, I don’t know

I get lost on the way

To a place I’ll stay

I can’t do anything

I’m terrified of everything

For I am me, but not quite what I was

Can I still find my way up

I know now that I am lost for sure

But I do not know the path home

For I have been this lost before

But I no longer wish to roam

And if it will help me to find my way back

Ill let them tear away at what makes me, me

For other people miss me and I miss them...

For at the bottom of this bottle I have no friends

-monsieur stylo