These Times

I lay here- curled in the wake of falling asleep.
Fighting harder than I ever have
   To let myself be loved-
       Or at least sober.
These are the times that seem
    The hardest to tame,
Cause they so easily consume me
      In Their fatal descent into
          Complete demoralization-
Constantly trying to find some
     Sort of absolution...
Expecting to discover
     What I can't even touch-
Even though we're all capable of
      Of being tangible...
         -Once In Awhile-
But, between temptation and tomorrow,
      It's almost impossible, and so,
I will go on rejecting my morals.  
     And giving my whole self to the page,
Which has never denied nor judged me-
Only embraced me unconditionally.
  Letting me begin again--
As often as I need to.