Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

The drunk

I can still taste you “he said”

Another drink please

Another escape please, another concussion to help me forget please.

I can still taste my sins

Another drink please,

Another relief to get me close to the reef, I’m trying to drown my… Hmmm

I can still lie

Another drink please.

Another way to punish myself, I deserve to suffer, yes

Yes.

I deserve another drink please.

The alcohol whispers like a siren, calling me to the jagged rocks below.

Another sip hoping I ferment and become something worth swallowing like the truth when I pass.

Another drink please.

I can almost taste freedom from mine’s self, or is it myself? Hmmm, I can still utter sensible words.

Another drink please.

The bottle listens better than…

Close to confessing it all, the pastor has nothing on Jake Daniel’s…

Hmmm, words still echo sobriety. Maybe I’ll huff and puff the lingering thoughts away.

Yes

Yes,

Another blunt please. I hope to cloud my mind so it doesn’t see direction to my heart.

Another drink sir?

Yes, the blunt hugs my lungs but I seek solace that refuses to hold, alcohol loads me or is it loath me?

Another drink please. I seek to be nowhere yet I’m still here and so

Another drink please