My drunken affair
Lying in bed, two days out of every week
Thinking, wondering
Living for the now
But worrying about the future
And being scared of the past
Feeling consumed, engulfed by the flame
That was once
A confusion
I find myself crying at the thought
Of life not being as authentic as it can be
The bridge that I once crossed has torn
Yet I find myself more accustomed to it
Than ever before
Like a hawk
I plunge down toward the earth
And gather up what I can
To survive