Here I sit one drink, two more <br />I daydream at the trapdoor floor <br />Nonchalantly swig again <br />Wonderin' where my old life went? <br /> <br />A graceful walk, a balance beam <br />A disassociation, dream? <br />To bring it back, get back on track <br />Find my manuscript in that thick stack <br /> <br />Blurry edged reality <br />Fuzzy logic setting free <br />Hardbound plans once set in stone <br />For paperbacks, dog-eared, alone. <br /> <br />The lonesome, leery, passerby <br />Of catatonia caught my eye <br />Her sway and swagger drew me in <br />Like voodoo dolls, promising pins <br /> <br />And as I took another sip <br />I let the glass pause on my lip <br />And thought if fruit could rot to wine <br />Must somehow be some omen, sign <br /> <br />So now I'll wait on numbered deaths <br />And think of all the wasted breaths <br />I've spent speaking woeful pleas <br />To cure me from my life; the disease.<br /><br />Mind Chatter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conundrum-2/
