Thursday, September 15, 2011

A poem

I scorch under the heat of doom.
No way out but through Him.
Life is distant, death is near.
I laugh and turn up the heat.
The bottle belongs to me and I to it.
Tears know my face all to well.
Another day comes and goes and with it remorse.
Shame follows the rising of the sun.
My life, my love.
I long to drink.  I long to drink.