Sour

 

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.