Intoxicated

I suffocate I burn
inside this body
I yearn for love
to me embody.

Trail is turmoil
my dear friend.
The path is not
one I’d begin.

I feel my lungs
they fill with air
that is heat sulfur
and I burn there.

Suffocating suffer
scalding sour stench.
I’ve found places,
been ill equipped.

I know of defeat
it gives reason I am
a kind of guy who
will drink in tandem.

Pour the shots I
want to numb deaden
the places thoughts
creep I won’t let them.

The glass shimmers,
the liquor is sour.
Pour one down on
every quarter hour.

Shots for the fun I
remember those days
after when I look
back at how I behaved.

The memory draws
me back I need relief.
So I dig down in my
soul I need complete.

I’m screaming I am
loosing all oxygen.
They’ll find my body,
all twisted rotten.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Susi Bocks says:

    I’ve felt these days.

    Liked by 1 person

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