How could I have not known,
How could I have not seen
The tide of destruction that would
Cleave like waves into the shore
Of my life's hopes and dreams?
So sad a waste ~ such a shame
They couldn't be saved.
Washed away in the swell of blackout,
Memories, never to be recovered. Gone forever.
Yes, I grieve every day for every
Grain of sand, scattered by the
Colossal and all too powerful
Storm of addiction.