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Not yet sober
As my dreams wither away
I sink deeper and deeper into drunkenness.
It’s that feeling of anguish that feels like an anchor is tied to your feet as life tosses you into the deep blue.
As all my mistakes and disappointments battle their way into my subconscious I fight against them to not sink deeper and deeper into drunkenness.
I don’t drink and I smoke a little but my racing thoughts drown and stifle me into a feeling of drunkenness.
My body feels numb as I sit and watch the time flies. Hours turn into days and the days turn into years and here I am fighting quicksand.
As I look around I’ve seen others buried neck deep into cement but manage to claw themselves out with their teeth.
But as I try to strategize a plan here comes the quicksand sinking me deeper and in its company the anguish of drunkenness.
I sink deeper and deeper into drunkenness.
It’s that feeling of anguish that feels like an anchor is tied to your feet as life tosses you into the deep blue.
As all my mistakes and disappointments battle their way into my subconscious I fight against them to not sink deeper and deeper into drunkenness.
I don’t drink and I smoke a little but my racing thoughts drown and stifle me into a feeling of drunkenness.
My body feels numb as I sit and watch the time flies. Hours turn into days and the days turn into years and here I am fighting quicksand.
As I look around I’ve seen others buried neck deep into cement but manage to claw themselves out with their teeth.
But as I try to strategize a plan here comes the quicksand sinking me deeper and in its company the anguish of drunkenness.
Published 2nd Aug 2019
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The purpose of my poem speaks of people facing real live struggles not knowing how and where to start or to get help.
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1st Sep 2019 4:34pm
Jeart felt poem. Tugs at the strings of humanity to reach out. Often times most find themselves in these slumps, no one has gone without a moment like this. Many times ive been here. The first line is to stop looking around. Look deep in yourself for the things your proud of. Ive stood on what to me was foriegn lands and felt more at home then in the section of earth that brought me life. Ive no disillusion of me being a great man. I've many regrets. Hands stained to the point i could cut them off look at the place they once where to still see the stain. Keep an eye out for your soul child, the world is a dangerous place to play. Dont allow the misconception in your mind becime devils to carry it away.
2nd Sep 2019 5:46pm
