Sober Morning
I have taken up and given up
and taken up again -
my worst enemy - and my best friend.
Some have seen me flying high
without a single care.
And some have seen my darkest days
when being God knows where.
I have heard the words of wisdom
that are cruel and unkind -
trying to make me see - but I am blind.
Some have seen me with a quiver
as I ply my bag of tricks.
So some have seen what I will do
just to get that needed fix.
With my coffee tasting sour
and every minute like an hour;
my choices are my power
oh I need that ivory tower,
but I know my day will end up being fine;
the answer is another glass of wine.
A friend becomes as fragile as the wind
with plenty to say -
then drifting away - staying away.
I tend to shrug my careless shoulders
and reach for my glass,
then blame the world around me
with my friend who will not pass.
I have woken to the silence
with blood upon my shirt
and wondered what I’ve done -
where I’ve been and who I hurt
With my coffee tasting sour
and every minute like an hour;
my choices are my power
oh I need that ivory tower,
but I know my day will end up being fine;
the answer is another glass of wine.
The answer is another glass of wine.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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