Jim, Jack And Johnny by Christian V

I like it on the rocks
most of the time
the slow motion of the
liquid cascading
crashing among the
glaciers that fill my glass

The pleasant sense that
soon I shall be carried
to my home
a private estate of
seclusion and idiocy
darkness and immorality
terms that I control

It is within this Old-Fashioned
that my hopes
and quite possibly
my dreams
can be fulfilled

Slowly
my hands shake for
another and then
another
common sense no longer with me
instead feeding off of instinct
the intense urge to slip further

As the bottle grows lighter
I grow deeper
the walls have never
seemed so closed in
trapped in myself
and yet

I still smile

It is on personal preference
that I slowly fall into this abyss
no longer caring for the environment
around me
My terms
and my terms alone
the eyes of the world
have never seemed so insignificant

RED DRAGON (202.162.160.31) -- Sunday, May 10 2009, 07:04 pm

I can relate
I have to agree, intoxication numbs the heart and makes the mind blind to all the things that cause us to suffer which I sometime think is a necessity to regain focus. I like your work

LinzAy (65.33.165.54) -- Monday, May 11 2009, 11:37 pm

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This would have been my theme poem for most of last year. Nice job...love the start...

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