Empty Chairs

12 steps away from eternal sobriety

An unimaginable life becoming reality

Powerless to addiction behaving radically

11 steps away chasing my sanity 

Seven other attempts of failed recovery 

A couple of them in state run facilities 

10 steps away from hoping this ends differently 

Fingers crossed this doesn't end in catastrophe

Faith in my higher power to fight this enemy 

9 steps away now working on my inventory

Regretful this is something I didn't foresee 

Finding solace in an emerging strategy

8 steps away struggling as a sponsee

Time to realize my levels of immaturity

Relief hiding in confessions of past calamity

7 steps away starting to feel the monotony 

Grasping to understand the anonymous community 

Strength in numbers works for this fraternity 

6 steps away asking my shortcomings to leave humbly

My faith is wavering internally

Thoughts of failure screaming at me to flee

5 steps away amends has me shaking mentally

Hopelessness whispers I'll be lonely 

And old foe is here Hello co-dependency

4 steps away unless it hurts them or me

I'm starting to lose this sense of unity

Amends to others feels like paying emotional alimony

3 steps away from this path of honesty

The secrets I keep making me trustworthy

Phenominal cravings lying with fallacies

2 steps away from balance and harmony

Now I'm hearing questions from an EMT

Lights of sirens in the last thing I see

Suddenly it's black, Fuck I Od'd

This time it ended in my fatality 

Remember my empty chair in Recovery.