And as I take the last sip from the bottle that blurs my eyes, and chooses to disguise the world around me
I stumble...Looking for the light
But what I find is a light that will ignite fumes
Fumes that erupt in a quick burst of haze...further impeding my sight.
As the room fills with melodious notes: cranberry,vodka, and cigarette smoke
Drift away from the pain that consumed my day
I drift to a place where there is no more hate, where racism, classism, and divides have to wait.
My sips become longer, and the pain dissipates; knowing not tomorrow, what I know today
My sun begins to set and the clock rewinds, moving forward in time but staying still in the mind.
I turn off the lights, and I take a deep breath...my release is counting the days that I have left