I’m a helpless slave
To my own addictions
And I’m destroying the world
That I exist in.
They say admitting it
Is the first step to recovery
But it makes me burry myself deeper
As the lines become even more blurry
I’m on a sinking ship
Drilling more holes
Hoping beyond hope
That we stay afloat
Screw the reason
Screw the rhyme
We will make it through
Somehow
But as surely as the sun
Rises in the East
I have given rise
To a rancorous beast
I’m in the throws
Of a raging depression
Yet I’m as happy
As a freeborn lark
I sing in the trees
Proclaiming my happiness
But deep inside
There’s a growing fear of emptiness
Change is coming
Despite our attempts
Its coming to claim our lives
As it holds us in contempt
I see it linger
Upon the horizon
Its watching me closely
Keeping its eyes on
Sadly enough
I know what I have to do
But doing it is hard
Because it involves a tight screw
To work in this world
You have to sell your soul
Give your life away
To feed the banker’s world
I always knew
There would come a day
When there would be
A price to pay
I’ve never mind paying it
But this time I’m not alone
So the price to pay
Will be higher
What will happen next
Is anyone’s guess
But I see the writing on the wall
Yet I know the value of bliss
We will get through it
Somehow
In each other’s hands
As we are now
In the end
That’s what its all about
Not
The size of the trout
Tomorrow is another day
And it brings in the light
Which banishes
All the fright
No matter how bad it will be
I have my wife next to me
We will weather the storm
Without getting overly forlorn
And do what we have to do
Because she once told me
“I love you.”
--Dan
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