Broken spirits

I don't miss booze as I missed myself more.

My third eye blinded.

Left with a haze In my mind.

Clouding my judgement.

Now I'm soaring when I'm high.

Getting blazed.

My medicine was harnessed.

By the sun In the sky.

Between the blue and the green.

Growing is something tall and sticky.

The best is icky and dank.

So fill your tank.

Unlike the poisoned grains.

Your body will say thank you.

It won't erode your brains.

No fights.

No more liver.

black and blue.

Left broke like the last drink.

Shattered on the floor.

My spirit will no longer.

Be broken by the spirits.

Left spilled.

And not sipped.

© different not less