I Still Do

My eyes roll to my right,
and the red danger sign
flashes under the sun.

And on left, there is nothing
but a green floral pillow case
and four more stares.

On the back of my head
I still feel the pain of the
empty bottles and the
words that I never remember.

I smell detoxification.

In my very front, I am heading to
the lightness of my destiny.

In my ears,
"I still do".