Drunk enough to believe anythingA Poem by god is not great, I amDrinking, for the first time in a long time, yet it couldn’t feel more familiar. Throwing back beer, shot, bottle, at a time. I had no preference, and it hardly mattered. so long as it went down quicker than my ghosts could surface. When I drank, I drank with such urgency that it would seem I found it imperative to my survival. It was. Intoxication made relieving the burden of the unsettled mind attainable, if only temporarily. . For a short time I could shallow out, and make light of the misery and sorrow nested inside all compartments of my mind. Now I would have the capacity to drown out the sickness that had been long drowning me. But, I would lose this fight, in the same way I had countless times. Still, it is nice to dream.
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12 Reviews Added on December 15, 2011 Last Updated on December 15, 2011 Authorgod is not great, I amChattanooga, TNAboutNo God. No food. No sleep. That’s all you really need to know about me. Atheist, Anorexic, insomniac. I am sure we have very little in common. Another note: My favorite writer ever- Charl.. more..Writing
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