Poetry Some Time

[Joey]

There was a time, according to what time compresses to be - where I felt safer than I do now. I was proud, capable, involved in a dream I had to be good for someone. The time I spent otherwise to be engaged in habits and constant hospitalizations? The debauchery ended my relationship. It was a rocky and heart breaking coupling to begin with. I had my issues then and they screamed over the forums. But... I never imagined how much in my efforts gor harm reduction that Id be reduced to almost nothing. I am almost down to nothing now. A dangerous style to be drawn out to me. Im a bad artist, in syncopation with other dangerous spectres of those lost to fentanyl. Im closing in.

Whats worth a time?
A time spent compressed to your values.
You are valuable, and forgiven by the ones
Who do care for you.
We are not here to diminish.
We care.
We do love you.

I wish my life had more of that.