HOLES

Sick to my stomach.
Sick to my heart.
Holes in my memory,
Falling apart.
Hate hitting rock bottom
When there's no bottom to fall on.
I'm feeling despondent of late.
Nowhere am I being cut a break.
Freefalling,
Boxed in, I want to give in
To the sickness in my heart
And not remember my addiction,
My memory as full of holes
As yesterday's moldy Swiss cheese.

(7-14-2007)