Detachment

The detachment from poison was bittersweet

There was nothing left

I seldom return to this place

Inside myself she cries to me

Like an inner child

The old me

How naive I was to think there was a cure from time

To obliterate the demons of my past

Banishing the bleak reality from my life and dreams

It returned with vengeance

I cannot sleep

I was in blissful denial

I now realise it never left