How can that be?A Chapter by J. ViandsWell I have never really slept that soundly But now I run from the dreams approaching I can’t help but think how much inebriation helped me Still I would awake to the same damn thing It all leaves me questioning what is best for me Crashing and burning in the insane wreckage left behind by me Or dying broken and bleeding A good captain goes down with his ship you know Could this be the best thing for me? Going out nice and slow Watch the whole thing sink Because I know I’m a broken soul Or burn out in a bloody mess Seething and angry Saying I’m only doing my best Feeding off this worthless rage A gory horrible stain left in my place I have built my way out of a bottle Ran in fear of a needle Left in its wake a nightmare dreaming or awake Why can’t I find the right place for my life to lay? In the end it all seems a shame A disease is what they call it But then I’m told I’ll be ok That part of my life is over now How can that be if it’s never going away? © 2012 J. ViandsReviews
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StatsAuthorJ. ViandsLeesburg, VAAboutMy writing is refined in to portfolios I write to much to be able to post all my poetry separately don’t feel obligated to read the whole thing just what you would like… or the whole thi.. more..Writing
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