Drinker's Doom In Sobriety's Sanctuary
Your drinker's doom
Turned out to be a tranquil tomb
Is there any room
To bring out your brilliant, legitimate bloom?
You linger around my restful haven,
My darksome and lonesome, yet pretty satisfying bedroom
You stared at me vacantly and brazen
Like a obnoxious, prideful alcoholic, oblivious of his doom
Exhausted and excited to see you accidentally come and go, so I’m going to and fro
It’s exhilarating, yet humiliating to go with society's so-called normality flow – give me time to grow
Mesmerized by the moments we shared and separated with cares, centuries ago
In general, I feel like I am a single grain of sand in the sea, caught in the current of the shore's blow
Skulls and bones symbolism keeps me safe and shelters me entirely from the grieving process
Because I will appreciate death and life, going through the sullen struggles, not always a success
I embrace the passing away of a physical loved one with open arms and watch them swarm
My mentality will be marked with motivation, not meaning to hurt anyone and do any harm
You hypnotized me haphazardly with your sympathy symphony
I have freely lifted from the ground of gigantic gravity
Nothing’s going to bring me down, so don’t even try to do so or I will grow shy
Happiness is something I can’t deny…unless you take it away from me and lead me astray in pitiful prosperity
There are no reasons to doubt or fear…the only cry you’ll hear is my joyful cry
Ensnarement brings me bewilderment beyond belief – relieve the brief grief and let me see my true destiny…
I have nearly saved you from your demise-stricken fatality
You finally realized the world is wickedly insidious…practically…
You keep getting distracted and drastically dazed by the mere bottom of your blasted liquor mug
Keep your hungry, drunken eyes on me and sober up extremely
You think I’m an inadequate, insignificant individual? I’m more than a shrug and a friend to hug
I am your considerate friend that stuck by your side perpetually
I admit it – I don’t always run the extra mile
I am a flimsy, forgetful person once in a while
It is really obvious that you act more frivolous these wild and war-struck days
You don’t act genius when you pretend you are better than I am in many ways
You deserve better things than me, plus a life of happiness and endless success
Can’t I earn something beneficially significant and authentically elegant?
I already learned a million lessons the hard way and changed for personal progress
What you want from me? What are your motives? To stomp on me like an ant..
Don’t drag me down with your hopeless hatred towards you and others
You used to bring the good out of me when we were young and like brothers
Now, you threw me out into the garbage bin like a stained, ruined rag
Somehow, you’ll understand that life is not just a game of childish tag
Someday, you will be caught for being a thief of hearts and broken promises
It’s okay, I have built strength to fight away the fright that hangs me by my toes
I have pushed the limits to the brink and dipped my feet in your iced-up, fiery passion
Your desire towards a far greater and happier tomorrow seems like mere interaction…
Interaction without the ardent action in anticipation
Is simply naught in my yesterday's yearning fascination
Replace the remorseful angst and return to me salvation….
A surreal sensation, I will wear like a backpack without hesitation
You made me feel at peace with your fearless refuge, (thankful you sobered up thoughtfully)
So thank you for giving me the unconditional courage (linger around my comfort zone boldly)
You’re fixated on my free-falls and the aftermath of its downfalls…it’s offensive and irksome, pardon my soul that’s sensitive...in need of spiritual, vast grace
I’m like a paranoid, protective priest, shouting words of wisdom triumphantly – time leaves you in a haste, but His wise Word isn’t, ever, a waste of space
You were aware you hurt others with your hopeless, heartless actions you somewhat senselessly do
You were aware I was awfully scared for your safety's sake – mortified by corruption's consumption
Don’t drink away your issues and sipping the liquids' blue – the horrid past, you cannot candidly undo
Sorry for assuming the worst in you, but the best in you will shine through without any interruption
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2018
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