Darkness

What makes you think I've been drinking?
What makes you sure it isn't something else I've done
that has turned me into this?
Maybe I just dived into the dark depths inside myself,
helped to find the way by what I drank?
Maybe it's thanks to the booze I realize,
maybe it's the wine and whiskey that opened up my eyes.
Maybe the whiskey, the spirits and the wines
revealed what's written between the lines.
Maybe, when it dawned upon me,
it became a little too much for me to see,
and so my resort must be darkness.
Thick impervious darkness
from the inside and out,
and once out consuming the light around
so I'll be completely surrounded by my true element:
soothing darkness.

by Teenah

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