Craving Comfort

Craving Comfort

A Poem by Blake Q Hatfield

I need a drink, I really do
My world's falling down, and I have no clue
Or a remedy to make things better
My sanity and health hang on a weak wire
I just want relief


Tell me how this real world came to be
Whatever happened to all the hope and fantasy
Of childhood dreams and promises you made
Or the help you always though you had
Was a dagger from the back
Your head spinning from the comprehension of it all
But no matter how you try
There's no going back


Tell me why of six billion people I feel so alone
I find it fascinating that it only takes one to make it go away
A crowd could be the same as nothing at all
But when you find that sentimental friend
The world feels full and complete, smelling of roses and destiny
But when you're hanging on all by yourself
This great big world feels so alone


And I wake, I pray, I get through the day
But I just feel there's something wrong
I feel that this life was not meant to be
Constantly looking back to figure out where all it went wrong
Well I finally found where it all went down, I found out it was a lie
A simple misguided and selfish withholding of the truth
A pack of lies across the span of time where I believed
I was a prior of a cowardly liar, I was fool, I was blind
I'm smarter for it, but I still feel the sting, I still fill the rage
But what can you do, life will always throw curves at you
You just gotta keep swinging and hope for the best


One more drink and I'll be fine, one more drink and I won't even care
But no matter how many I pour down, the effect is limited to time
Because eventually you have to come back down because your reality is still there
I have to face my fears, my tears and my road blocks weighing me down
Life is what it is; I guess I have to find a way to make it shine
But for now, I'll have another and let the effect go on for awhile

© 2008 Blake Q Hatfield


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One more drink and I'll be fine, one more drink and I won't even care
But no matter how many I pour down, the effect is limited to time
Because eventually you have to come back down because your reality is still there
I have to face my fears, my tears and my road blocks weighing me down
Life is what it is; I guess I have to find a way to make it shine
But for now, I'll have another and let the effect go on for awhile

I appreciate your raw honesty in this write Blake. You spoke of so many things that all of us have felt at one time or another. I think the last stanza stuck out to me more than any other.

"eventually you have to come back down because your reality is still there"....that is the sad reality of numbing our pain. I've done it too in different ways. Shopping use to be my drug of choice...It's different for everybody, but whatever the case, when we do come down off of that adrenaline rush or sober up from alcohol or come down off the high...our fears are there staring us in the face once again. Might as well deal with it head on so as to not cause a bigger problem than the one we started with.

Again, I love your honesty in this piece. Thank you for sharing in such a candid and real way. carole xo

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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One more drink and I'll be fine, one more drink and I won't even care
But no matter how many I pour down, the effect is limited to time
Because eventually you have to come back down because your reality is still there
I have to face my fears, my tears and my road blocks weighing me down
Life is what it is; I guess I have to find a way to make it shine
But for now, I'll have another and let the effect go on for awhile

I appreciate your raw honesty in this write Blake. You spoke of so many things that all of us have felt at one time or another. I think the last stanza stuck out to me more than any other.

"eventually you have to come back down because your reality is still there"....that is the sad reality of numbing our pain. I've done it too in different ways. Shopping use to be my drug of choice...It's different for everybody, but whatever the case, when we do come down off of that adrenaline rush or sober up from alcohol or come down off the high...our fears are there staring us in the face once again. Might as well deal with it head on so as to not cause a bigger problem than the one we started with.

Again, I love your honesty in this piece. Thank you for sharing in such a candid and real way. carole xo

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Blake Q Hatfield
Blake Q Hatfield

Philadelphia, PA



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I began writing back in '94 and I've been in love with it ever since. Music has a big influence on how I write, and what topics I choose to write about. I like to write a clever piece every now and th.. more..

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