Transformation

I’m letting the alcohol transform me To bore who I can become It becomes harder and easier to see At the same time did I stay, did I run? It is so hard to explain with words Even harder to know my unknown My thoughts… unable… simply flirts With every disappearing truth I own Transformed without desire Reformed to only have lived lesser It’s a passion without the fire A thought perhaps drown within water In light of all…I have found my lost Living with an open heart in darkness In darken state… to hide all cause Living with an open wound in paleness Have I drank a drop too much? To become a poet I never wanted to be The sort of inspiration I touch Need I fear what is transforming me?