s

i dont like being sober

the bad feelings bowl me over

i much prefer the buffer

the illusion of being tougher

as time eludes me still

a bottle or a pill?

the fantasies that some create

to cover up how they relegate

each person to a niche they made

however badly they were played

and when regrets to the surface trickle

in contrition they are quite fickle

guilt combined with self remorse

guides them on their futile course

 

some people just talk and cannot do

they hide behind words that they construe

 

at this stage there is no shade

from the glare of  mistakes

that we have made

words unspoken

hard glares given

innuendo

anger driven

what was said

cannot be

retracted

sobering reflections

on her heart impacted

sleepless staring

at the ceiling

inner torments

keep her reeling

 

 

 

 

a while ago you made your choice

and now you're sending me your voice

under false pretenses we connected

old pains will not be resurrected

the eyes she sees when she looks at herself

have changed so much given inner wealth

with this love he gives her she has grown

and found a self shes never known