Sunday 16 February 2020

solace;drink - 16.02.2020

Amongst the humdrum,
the mundane
and the weeping wounds
inflicted by stupidity.
It can be thought that perhaps,
with a little act of kindness,
one too can be a part
of a social society.
Yet over and again,
I'm found wandering around
lost and wondering what went
wrong.
Caught in a myriad of thoughts,
striking like wild fire out
and across the vast plains
of an essentially empty mind.
Though barren and lacking much
I consider tangible,
it does appear to be a lavish
land in comparison to most.
With arrogance comes ignorance,
comes happiness and comfort.
So why then the utter depression;
guilt; loneliness; struggle.
With pained expression I slide
on still.
Taking in moment to moment as
though I might find something new.
While nothing changes, and
I try to slow my mind down,
I find my way to drink.
My only solace, in this fire of
thought.