Transformation
I’m letting the alcohol transform me
To bore who I can become
It becomes harder and easier to see
At the same time did I stay, did I run?
It is so hard to explain with words
Even harder to know my unknown
My thoughts… unable… simply flirts
With every disappearing truth I own
Transformed without desire
Reformed to only have lived lesser
It’s a passion without the fire
A thought perhaps drown within water
In light of all…I have found my lost
Living with an open heart in darkness
In darken state… to hide all cause
Living with an open wound in paleness
Have I drank a drop too much?
To become a poet I never wanted to be
The sort of inspiration I touch
Need I fear what is transforming me?
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