Intoxicated Heart
The vodka bottle is almost empty.
It will induce sleep, providing escape
from the thoughts of the day
that overwhelm, with crushing truth.
Life, is an impossibility of day dreams
that fight for control, until the reality,
that soon strength will set oneself free
beyond the reach of another's grasp.
Thoughts clash thinking that presence
is needed or required for breath to exist.
A transformation will look down and see
all paths that were traveled to the point,
where life began and ended, in the
gaze of another's eye, felt in the sound
of his voice, which became mere words
uttered with a passion void of feeling.
The sole purpose was to lavish
attention on the latest adventure taken,
keeping life at bay so nothing was felt
or faced in the loneliness of another.
Kindness will remember the
affections of sincerity experienced
and wished to be shared together,
remaining a dream to be forgotten.
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