Something turned sour
inside of me
like the whiskey I taste on my breath
passing countless hours
contemplating death
counting the numb moments between
awake and asleep in dumb drunken dreams
Something had me
clasped In its chilling grip
like a vice, it held me tight
wouldn't ever let slip
the chains bound around my wrists
the noose attached to my neck
gasping for breath
Something was eating
dining on my soul
like a parasite, I pictured the worm
in the bottom of my tequila
taunting me, its smile wicked and cold
beckoning me with a grin
just a drop... let's begin
Something was draining
my heart from within
like a tap turned full flow
blood bitter like gin
poured deep inside
tainting my skin
yellowing,
as I'm yelling out an internal whirlwind
There was still some blood left
In my alcohol stream
I heard internal screams,
slept through years of tormented dreams
slipped into depressive cycles
of spirit fuelled nights
and lager topped, stumbled miles
Something changed
in ways, I was reborn
from death's landscape, a new flower was torn
like a page in a scrapbook
scars were worn
Instead of hidden somewhere we can’t look
I found life in the space around,
not inside the bottle
the ambient air that circles,
not the internal disturbed turbulence
of life lived full
throttle
Thanks For Reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle.
