If Only

Written by: verlecia fields

i cared for the liquid spirits
i could soak in the mind of forgetfulness
and drink to a happy monument of no important

but a lass
i have no fix 
to comfort me 
i am sober and weak 
to all i see 
and mobbed to my own execution

i see no hope for the knowing 
for the power is in the doing, 
and the teaching of minds 
that is to be blind to there own I's (eyes) of being true   
who will suffer in the most of times 
for there eyes see,
what the do not  

my eyes saw
 what my mind, could not or would not believe