witnessing glamorous sunrises
I’ve been drinking with those demons again
the ones that show up at midnight just when
I’m exhausted from living this so-called life
they prop me back up and somehow get me
back on my feet pacing back and forth
like some expectant father with no place to go
I turn lights on only to turn them off again
walking through walls like some confused ghost
stitching my own wounds with needle and thread
I’ve seen this show before and it never ends well
and I swear there are no more sequels
even though I’m still in the prime of my life
august two thousand seventeen
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the devil is in the dilution…
it is indeed, Denise
“they prop me back up and somehow get me”
Ha. Ya gotta love demons. 🙂
From the father line down, man — killer writing.
You know, I really look forward to your new poem each day. Thank you.
Hey, thanks Shawna!
This is very well written. Extremely relatable for me. I love it
thanks so much, Nyx
You’re welcome