Missing In Alcohol

Missing In Alcohol

A Poem by Max Hernz
"

You know who you are...

"
Look at you
Sitting there.
Your face half drunk,
With a distant hazy stare.

Don't you understand
The hour that it is?
But you keep on
Opening your mouth
As we take it all in.

There's anger in the air.
The words that cross
They jump fiercely
Out of your head
When you're at loss.

Ah, but look at you
Loosing all control.
As your brain cells disappear
Thus you continue to enroll.

I remember when
The days were bright.
But your memory only serves
To certain nights.

Where you missing?
'Cause you didn't come along.
For days and days
Just as the months moved on.

We saw your wallet
Quite frequently.
And your face on
Photographs from the
Years of misery.

I worried, she worried
With tears that could
Fill your 40 oz.
It was just like the
Time I shredded blood
By the pounds.

The pictures soon
Started to fade out.
Thus beginning your road
To loneliness before the drought.

Now you can't make up
Your itchy mind.
By the way, the time
Has gone by since that
Day you left us with
A heart full of lies.

You say the change
Has taken quite the effect.
But frankly, I don't see it.
In fact, the effect has taken to the dead.

You're never gonna leave it
But first it will leave you.
You'll drown your liver in it
Until there nothing more to do.

So look at you.
Pathetic.
It's not a joke
But a pity that's not
Energetic.


© 2012 Max Hernz


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I read the piece word by word.
The smell of alcohol hit me hard.
It is a golden piece.
Let's honor the message of peace.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Max Hernz
Max Hernz

In My Head, TX



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