Dad In Training
It's a constant battle - Poetry
25/03/2015 20:10It's a constant battle.
Persuading myself to turn at the bend and not go straight for the tree.
Drive straight at the fork, hoping to be set free.
I wonder what it would feel like?
I almost want it to hurt.
Almost want to be left limp in my evening shirt.
Drifting on auto pilot from one day to the next,
Consciously averting disaster; occasionally typing this text.
It's a constant battle. Knowing that alcohol could be problem solving.
At least temporarily.
But could that same cure stop us from mentally evolving?
Is the world even revolving?
I sit trapped in a silent coma that seems louder than ever.
It's like time stopped.
Like I've been lay here forever.
It's a constant battle, not emptying these veins of their blood.
Always saying I wouldn't, but you know I probably would.
It's a constant battle.
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