Alcohol and Mediocrity
Drinking,
the creative mind follows close behind
and it shuts out the obvious,
notorious for falling into easier ways.
Playing the game of their fathers before them,
they slowly sink away
into a place that’s much harder to find,
will it subside?
Could we revive all the broken traits and mend them,
come alive?
If this wonderland of worry and of futures subsides,
let it rain down, apostles sing softly of the lives
that they have lead.
Copyright © Kelly Greer | Year Posted 2012
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