Poem of an ex-addict

The Crystal Cadence

Waking back forward and up again,
though far sustained from all clear, 
And reality begins to percolate,
Dripping foul, molten honesty here. 
I have walked to an absent rhythm again,
Dancing outside the line, 
Dangling myself on puppeteer string,
Not knowing the hands are mine.

Forever, I've lost me, I've lost so much,
And I've lost every trace of love. 
I seem to have lost the very link
I once held to Anyone above, but 
If this goes through, I can barter one more
And everything will seem fine.
Pulling over to dodge a beat,
Surely next time I'll say, "Nein "