Within the sorrows of a fettered mind
I slowly drown in pools of stagnant brew
Upon the mirror of reflecting kind
I stare and I ignore what once I knew.
No single thought retains thus now in me
My ignorance has never been my bliss
I try to open eyes that I might see
But drunken ache restrains my heart’s last wish.
I want to breathe the air above again
Or see the happiness that once we had
I try to stand in hopes that I might mend
Yet knees they buckle like an unborn lad.
Tomorrow I will pour this down the sink
For now I think I’ll have another drink.
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