19 february 2012
I(fall)
like ashes
dripping from the cherry
of a forbidden cigarette,
on a cold morning
drunker than I intended
to be.
The bile
builds up
in the back of my throat
as I hover helplessly
over the toilet,
wishing my stomach
would make a decision.
I have never been lonelier
in this bathroom
pondering the point,
of all this!
While I try to recover
what has been redacted
from my memory,
then find the courage
to look back in the mirror,
and continue on till
tommorrow.
Sixty-Four days
since the descent
began, and the bottom
still seems like an illusion
although I know it´s there
waiting in the darkness
keeping close watch
over the other half
of my soul.
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