Monday 12/19/2016 11:12:00 PM

the path runs through me. raw with stale detours and vacant intersections.

the distance betrays me. and i linger a while in my lost. a sharp light that defies my natural darkness.

i have no desire to see. but when i do. i'm grateful.

the truth overwhelms me. a petulant medicine that only mocks my sickness.

it's always far. that's the only constant. the cold scratches on my skin. the miles tug on the loose knots.

i learned long ago. it only hurts when you let it. you're only as weak as you're willing to admit.

swimming in the friction. seduced by inertia. as if there is still motion.

or that defeat is somehow love's equivalent.

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