Life through ‘Glasses’
Written By: Bernel Rennie on February 4th 2012
Alcohol the inhibitor erases my inhibitions,
I feel free, limitless boundaries are not known to me
The spirit of trouble, bacchanal envelopes me like tumbling waves
drowning me in confusion I hear no logic, for it is noise I could do without
These dark thoughts rise up from nowhere why now?
My language is slurred, my tongue spins like a car in an oil slick the words slip out
They’re covered in alcohol so it burns as it cuts deep to the bone
These hidden emotions are like the barrels of wine found in cellars of the refined Italy
They’re more potent as time passes by
My brain feels groggy but my actions don’t miss their mark hurting the deserved recipients with no warning
The higher I lift my glass the lighter my problems feel, life’s way of balancing its stress I guess
What a liquid Pandora’s box to cause so much havoc as it’s open
Such an appropriate alias ‘spirits’ as it communicates with mine to show me my ancestors and theirs before them
I see the light at the end of the tunnel I wonder if it will hurt as I come out, I have no shades
My bruises the black eye are naked everyone sees them
This drink should change its name to conflicting I just told someone I loved I hate them and my enemy I envied them why do you make me lie so!?
The more I complain, the more I drink, the more I drink the less I think. Yes that’s right let me be primitive to all that was once considered intelligent let me slip into the shadow of ignorance. I type this with my right hand and drink with my left cause there is nothing left to say. I’m tired now, too faded to read over this thank God for spell check. There, the bottle is almost empty now time for me to lime with my next poison, his first name Jack.
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