detox.

the bitter rank of unholy joy
linger through the air as the three days close.

he is unexpectedly
thrilled to see them go.


he began that journey with stars in his eyes
and courage in his gut

but alas as time grew
so did his worry..



but he was glad for them none the less.

he was able to taste that which he long had forgotten.

and though his perfect being slummed it for a while
in that limbo between perfection and beast..


he is better off now than he was before the start.

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i really really like this poem i think it is very good keep up the work on your writing