Dreaming Drunk
Dreaming drunk
Teeth grind under the weight of
Time;
An anomalous and vile passage
I writhe in my own grime
Feverish and mad, I cry to my demons
Hope they remember me
Not as the shell to which I’ve been reduced
But a spirit, untouched, worth life
I have never done it well
Every day passes, hurts like hell
And I miss the spot in the sky from which I fell
And to no avail, I scream out to that sky but
Whoever He was has left.
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2020
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