My soul.
Pickled in alcohol.
Is it surprising
people drink?
Desperate to silence
the noise of the madhouse.
This directionless cacophony called ‘life’.
Is there ever solace,
at the bottom of a bottle?
Lasting oblivion,
from the pain and confusion?
My obsessional mind,
relentlessly paces its cage,
clawing at my retina,
frantic for escape.
Midnight again.
Subdue the demons
with one more whisky…
I can sure relate! 🙂
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Thanks Evangeline! I’ll be in touch soon!
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Thanks Christopher for every thumb! Much appreciated!
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Hahaha…. No probz!
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