I sag with the world around it
As seems to droop
Using alcohol as a torchlight
Procession marching down my throat
What is less helpful as a way out of difficulty?
It fastens and perpetuates my trouble
Which occasioned it,
And increases evil of the situation.
At all costs, then, I ought to reduce the sway of my mood
I scout it within myself and others
And never show its tolerance.
Happiness is yet to be found
When this world around mixes misery sounds
The attitude of unhappiness is not only painful
Its mean and ugly
What can be more base and unworthy than the mumping mood
My drunkenness is a temporary suicide
Drinking into nothing but voluntary madness
Living in my world desiring sobriety
This alcoholism is scandalous
Taking me out of society
Then out of the world I live in
The sway of alcohol lies over me
Due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties
One drink to many
A thousand is never enough
The enemy pours into my mouth
Steels my brain
Transforms myself into a beast
Bottomless pit such influence to terrorizing
Allowing my thirst to think
Never filling that psychological gap
A sudden violent jolt
My other blogs;
1. Across this bridge
2.Struggling parents
4. When life become a book
5. Read Between the Lines
6.The Sleeping Turtle Art Gallery
Thursday, March 5, 2009
The Breath I Cannot Hold
My breath I cannot hold
My breath I cannot hold
The air that I breathe is so cold
I try to hide
From disabilities that I put aside
My air that surrounds me
Strikes me to only hide
Numbness within me
But, reality I try and find
The grip that holds
Always trying to unfold
I am not innocence , just surviving my wellbeing
Just escaping my own scene
My life, my passion, my only will
My breathe, my trust, and my only love
The love that feels the only air that I breathe
The neuroses of the life that feeds me
My other blogs;
1. Across this bridge
2.Struggling parents
4. When life become a book
5. Read Between the Lines
6.The Sleeping Turtle Art Gallery
My breath I cannot hold
The air that I breathe is so cold
I try to hide
From disabilities that I put aside
My air that surrounds me
Strikes me to only hide
Numbness within me
But, reality I try and find
The grip that holds
Always trying to unfold
I am not innocence , just surviving my wellbeing
Just escaping my own scene
My life, my passion, my only will
My breathe, my trust, and my only love
The love that feels the only air that I breathe
The neuroses of the life that feeds me
My other blogs;
1. Across this bridge
2.Struggling parents
4. When life become a book
5. Read Between the Lines
6.The Sleeping Turtle Art Gallery
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