Consciousness

Most of my writing occurs at random when the mood strikes. This is no different. It's about things I've been struggling with recently.

So cheers to me and my loneliness 

as I navigate through this maze of life 

trying to discover which path is right 

because lately I’ve been feeling wrong,

and my mind doesn’t get along with my heart. 

The bottles of spirits comfort my mind, 

but adding those kinds of spirits do nothing to ease the fire inside.

Ignoring the aching organ pounding in my chest worked for a while, 

but I can only numb my mind as my body fights to stay alive.

 

My heart still feels the burn of the alcohol with each sip 

passing through my numb and tingling lips 

long after the consciousness of being has dripped 

out of my watery, bloodshot eyes.

Author's Note

I've never had any instruction on proper poetry writing, if there is such a thing. I write what I feel, and a friend of mine told me I should share some so here goes. Sorry if the formatting is wacky.