Sober Tendencies

I broke the book.

Underneath I took

an innocent look.

It raptured and shook.

Starving for more,

as angels did emplore,

turning to the door

my mind did ignore.

I reached for bottles

earnestly in full throttle.

For pictures of sanity

I am not a lucid model.

Softness is a drug,

love a pill to love.

My shoulders do shrug

at scolding from above.

I want it full speed,

because dullness feeds

the wanting; I can’t

watch myself bleed.

I admit what I did sip,

passed my rough lips,

did make my tight grip

on reality begin to slip.

Defeat it yes I did.

On the breaks I skid.

Moved passed it not hid,

the pictures so glib.

Tendencies remain

though not the same.

The simple remedy was

her saying her name.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. “Softness is a drug” … what a dazzling line, and poem. – tony

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  2. kristianw84 says:

    Every day is a battle, and I’m so proud of you and your willingness to fight, my friend.

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      1. kristianw84 says:

        You’re welcome! I hope you’re okay.

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        1. I’m good. Thank you.

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