Me Versus MeA Poem by timthyA tale of an individual lost in the confines of his own personal conflict...You want to kill the family Mocks a hidden little voice Use six pack or twelve pack That is the weapon of choice Hurting the very ones you love Convinced that is all their fault Twisted tops , your ammunition Now begin your verbal assault For you have been here forever Familiar to me since birth All relationships routinely severed Along with my own self worth So convincing and cunning I turn your neck up for fun Away from myself I keep running To the bottle like barrel of gun Longing to slow down or quit So often unsuccessfully tried But you will inevitably become My prolonged suicide I will die with you You have so often shown Must you make it an issue That I shall die alone You have me where you want me On your numbness I can depend Blinded by you , I cannot see Unable to defend Allowing a touch of sanity Barely enough to survive Vacation escape from humanity Keep me feeling barely alive I deny you with a vengeance You sense my ability to care How can I honestly think That there could be good times without you there I realize you have become a problem An omnipresent force So let the bottles fall as they may Letting addiction run its own course You have come back with a vengeance Now relapse has taken the floor Breaking through my walls of resistance Showing my trace of sanity to the door For you are a part of my life Wishing I would never have met you Causing so much turmoil and strife I never would have let you A false sense of security You offer up so unwillingly Lost in a world of obscurity With upward mobility After a night in your arms Full of paranoia and worry Being deceived by your charms Having to purchase a patent on "sorry" Apologize for my aggression For it has so many uses Lethargy and depression Are the root of all of my excuses For I am tired and worn Having hurt the ones I love I retire my thistle for thorn Hope, strangling the dove So sorry I denied you Surrender to you my life Addiction , all consuming Standing here impaled, having fallen on the knife.
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StatsAuthortimthycoloniial heights, VAAboutI am a sagittarius, I write based on ultimate highs and surrealistic lows. I usually don't cover the middle ground. Not pessimistic, not optimistic, just REALISTIC. I look forward to critiques, and be.. more..Writing
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