Friday, 26 January 2018

Demons of old.


A whiskey to chase the demons away,
keep bad dreams at bay,
to dull the thoughts, alleviate the pain,
push the dark away, to close off my brain.

Darkness still clouds, crowds, as another goes down,
the golden liquid burns the throat, sees my memories drown,
the warm heady fuzz, less a buzz, more a constant crush,
As if concussed, lost, no thoughts, no more, just a hush.

The tears sting, watering down my drink,
they bring hurt, when did this begin?
thought id blacked out, let it all die, but the flashbacks begin anew,
the pain regains its hold as I begin to cry, tears flood because of you,

Frail mind passes out, collapses, too many empty glasses
failed again, cant get free, to escape me, all left in ashes,
pillow wet with tears, wept for all those missed years, all my fears,
sun rises, another day, pass the bottle, drink it all away, cheers.



This was one of the hardest pieces I've written yet, comes from a very real place, one that happily i did escape, but every day has its reminders of those times. so thank you for reading, it helps me to understand myself better and to regrow, to find my place again.
And that was also my 50th post! 

Kyle (the sober rock and roll poet)

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