1:00am in the morning dark I take breath of vapor And a swig from a jar
I’m trying to escape But the glass is slippery It’s an upward incline Almost straight but curved just so Like a smirk as I tumble just bellow
The liquids like fire It Burns But I like it A crutch like so many before But an item Not a person So much more dependable. A item cannot leave you You must loose it Or leave it yourself
Looking at an almost empty bottle I cry out No tears come But ripples crack the surface as I shake I used to cry But misery scared Left tears behind.
Pain claws through vocal chords To strained to speak I will not cry I will not wail Speaking scares people away brings pain. The loss in broken rings. As the sun rises peaking behind Tinted mountains I smile Red ribbons tie a mask. I am optimistic I am happy I will be what is needed I will never again lose someone from sadness I Am Happy
The cave opens it's great crumbling maw, streaks of light fall on the sparse green blades, which dot the floor, mushrooms push forth from the ground, like fingers reaching to air, the gurgling of a stream, dances along a riverbed path, paradise enclosed, by earthen walls and canopy, the glen lit by diffused and dappled sun.