Drowning
The downside to drinking is sinking,
a depression of grey and black,
there are no leaves on the trees,
they lay dormant by the gutterside.
Kids laughter morphs into a migraine,
ive not heard a bird sing for years,
unmanaged debt haunts me,
a happy face eludes me at every turn
the pain is tearing at my soul,
water pertudes from everywhere,
except my eyes,
i fail to recognise the man looking at me,
as i walk past the mirror shop,
Deep guzzaling breaths.....then drink.
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2011
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