…I dreamt that all this torment exited my body
It was uncanny. It was so surely the truth.
yet, I watched myself as if from a parallel earth, orbiting above, but never making contact.
Things have gone too far. Habits have gotten too bad. And I’ve dragged way too many to the mouth of my insatiable hell hole.
“This isn’t me!”, I protest.
But who the hell is it then?
I’m on a parallel earth, watching me descend into the hell hole, too scared to intervene.
Where do I go now? Whatever this demon within, it wants me to do the worst. To dig deeper and deeper.
If only I could cry. Be the parallel me, who speaks out in my dreams. Then, maybe there could be a road to redemption I could finally believe in.
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John B Ledger 