Family Time (Addicted Forever?) [Pt. 8]

Emerging slowly, burned only slightly
Torn, slashed, broken down- left
Estimated inaccurately- wound tightly
Recent incident involving auto theft
Not expected- from my perspective- blind
Immediate encounter- waiting, resigned
Took it off- lost the key- no-mind
Years spent weary waiting to align
Immersion- suburban excursion, uncertain
Now used to being used it comes back through
Finally taking a break- memory’s last curtain
Infirm- only structurally- sure only of you
Nothing. left. without. finding it all
Inspired unknowingly; unable- I fall
To you, for you- gravity’s dragging me back
You may think it’s been… 3 years? all an act
Three… years spent tirelessly rewriting
Religion, medicine, economics, physics & insurance
In an effort to write this place more inviting
No one to talk to- i turn to you for reassurance
Into the Void i step- looking ahead of me
Tempting you to follow me to eternity
You pause, point and stare- what did i say?
Doubting me constantly- right up to today
I tell you i’m different, somewhat similar but…
Vying for a role- just looking for a try-out
Emptied as you empty your house of me… what?
Restrained- repeatedly- knee-to-back ‘bout’
Surrendering- inside- once you call them back
Intensive treatment? assessment? uneasement…
Taught the ways- in detail- taut, your act
Your anxiety- almost like I was somehow meant
Ultimately to get home to my mother
Never expecting to- she spoils brother
Interminably allowing ample lee-way
Taking his side- never mine- they say
You… i believe you need to be medicated
Has it helped him? has he gotten better?
Under the influence- a body inundated
Mauled, miserable- drinking himself lower
A shovel in one hand; Natural Ice all around
New, fresh dirt at the edge of his hole; ground
Up- deep, destined ever downward while drunk
Needing a way to relax, to ease up-
Immediately- or he will soon be out of luck
Turning to a pickle- a part of him- his liver
Young enough to recover- wake up, a giver
Human- feeling it all but not recognizing it
Unsure of what all the emotion is
Marking days off- a waiting game, the calendar
An impediment to desires to make it better
Now, not tomorrow- taking others sorrow
Ill feelings- sick of suffering, forgetting to borrow.
Tempted to hide instead, but better off sharing
You insist that I’m human- that’s why i’m caring.