{After the awakening of my Life.}
She looks at me as she slides down,
the golden pole. He eyes glazed
with a drunken stare. I stare back with the same,
drowned look.
{All the drama all the pain over.}
As the repetitive beat drowns on and on,
we walk toward the bar for another round,
another shot of whiskey down. The burning still
working its way to the stomach
When the shot glasses are slammed back bar.
{A new feeling to hold on to.}
Walking through the crowd feels like stumbling over
the edge of a falling cliff. The dizzy drunken time rolls,
as time stands still. The words come out slurred,
as we talk about everything and mean nothing.
{What is all this?}
Arm in arm we walk back home.
Supporting each other as we drag,
our feet across the sidewalk like two wounded soldiers
leaving the battlefield.
{This taste of freedom.}
I go to my room my head hits,
the pillow like a brick. My eyes heavy,
fall headlong into the darkness. I wake,
and the night is a blur.
{The darkness in my life shed away.}
I think back to that night, wondering.
What could have been and what was.
I found something that night,
something taken by a troubled past.
{One night took away the pain.}
A inner peace I lost a long time ago,
I rediscovered. What did I find
during that drunken stupor.
{A new gift sent to me?}
All I know though is something sparked a
new light, when all I knew was dark. Delivering me,
from my drowned dead self.
Friendship saved me.
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