You lose yourself a little more
each time you swallow those pills,
each time you drink your wine,
blunting each treasured memory,
and any unique thought
your mind conjures is drowned.
The haze that greets each day
as you wake is self-inflicted,
unnecessary, and the beauty
in your face fades with each
passing hour, though a spark remains,
that ray of hope that some time
you may resurface, and embrace the world
once more, instead of hiding under
cover of chemicals, camoflaging
your true personality, shimmering
in the dark, in the twilight
of your twenties, hiding from reality.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | August 5, 2010 - 18:11
Hi JamesF,
It's the wine that I find hard to kick. That merry
feeling, when you feel so good, the world is a
wonderful place. I wish I could give it up forever,
but it's so hard.
It hits hard when you talk of chemical camoflaging,
your true personality shimmering. I can so relate to
those words.
Really good poem.
Jenny.