Fifteen Hours Without Substance

        Fifteen Hours Without Substance

And I don’t know if this can last,

Don’t know if I want this to last,

This stretch of bearing life,

This stretch of really seeing and living here,

My mind unaided.

 

Fifteen hours of peering out at this life

Through the goggles of memory and experience

That molded my mind through a long process

Of clandestine construction.

 

Nearly one day of sober living lasting only ‘till nightfall,

And I’m alright….

 

Now pass me the bowl

And toss me a light.

Author's Note

Serious undertone with commic (and sadly truthful) releif.

Reviews

[deeps]

This is quite the write here I can feel this one and this has a cute feeling to it as well,

[Forest Green]

Compelling, sharply-defined journey into a very blithe mind.

Nice work...

Daniel

[Clockwork]

I like the formation of your stanzas. I also like the tone you used. It drew attention to the issue but addressed it in a light way. I think this is a very solid write.

[Broken.]

Lmao I know whatcha mean guuuuurl.
Substance is a serious issue with us but we'll spend those EVEN SOBER hours together and be just on the edge of sanity.
yum yum yummy
--Juliana

[Kat]

"Now pass me the bowl
And toss me a light."


Hit it don't you quit it!!
haha sorry I'm an a*****e I know this is serious.

I think it's good to be without substance for a little while so reality doesn't become a stranger....