from a boy of bliss
to a joy to miss
regret and shame
mixed with a name
the prices low but the chips high
the crisis shows but the lips lie
it'll be ok a deep pool of uncertainty
it'll be today a beep a toll of serenity
close your eyes and wait for closure
open your thighs and take the exposure
metaphoric and diabolic
feel it in and let it go
real it in and let them know
everyday it gets worse
everyday hoping for a hearse
god why have you given me this curse?
no way to express the feelings of doubt
no way to impress the dealings I shout
I hate this I want it to stop
I hate this I want it to stop
crack a bottle and reminisce
think about the times when it was all fixed
a picture now broken
inside a house now woken by ashes
trying to sleep the image clashes
choices in a blurred sight of abuse
the voices just tying the noose
breath, another drink
believe don't just sit and think
she didn't mean it she doesn't go
she could clean it and make it glow
15 years and still in sorrow
another drink and it will be tomorrow
of the things that happened I can never speak
tolerance this month is at its peak
drinking to drown the mental illness
shrinking to crown the intentional shrillness
you win take your lap
you sin just to clap
applaud the horrid things scaring a life while
abroad the morbid things caring for a lifestyle
I'm done no sense to ramble
wish it wasn't my life you **ed up with a gamble
© 2 minutes ago, bob   adult poems