Sobriety

These pills, they're keeping me sane.

When all I want to do is feel pain.

Pain is good don't think me a sadist,

it makes the mind reel like an old projector,

projecting it's contents on a screen

for all to see.

That's what's missing in me.

So I sit here lapping it up like a thirsty dog,

wondering when I can roam free like a wild hog.

It'll come sooner or later but I can

already taste the matter that makes me chatter.

A mouthful would restore me to that old theatre,

Lighting up a dark room filled with many actors.

Author's Note

I'm sober now, and it's a long, tough slog through thick mud.