Mar 15, 2009 17:59
The poison pumps eagerly
Through my hungry veins,
I stand in the corner for the moment, needingly,
Absorbing the pain.
The sensations tingle throughout me,
My heart beats along faster,
My blood flowing rapidly,
The alcohol plays master.
I am the dancer
As I twist and spin among the years of adolescence.
Pulled along by the master.
My life plays out to the past tense.
I can't control it,
I will wake up the next morning
To loathe it.
Remembering all of my mind's whipered warnings.
This life is killing me,
One drink at a time,
It's a good thing I haven't spent much time in a car n the streets,
Or others may have died right by my side.
alcholism,
poetry