Not yet sober

As my dreams wither away
I sink deeper and deeper into drunkenness.
Itís 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 donít 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 Iíve 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.
Written by ThaSeductress
Author's Note
The purpose of my poem speaks of people facing real live struggles not knowing how and where to start or to get help.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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