Drunken Charade.
Choose your path
One that illuminates
One that takes you through events
And neon lit alleyways where alcohol tinged
Human beings populate and tell their tales.
You’ve been waiting for this moment
When all shackles are cut
When freedom feels euphoric
It all feels manic too
In these testing times where hearts pulsate
For cleaner blood
And more storage to contain worries.
You share a bottle of grade c whiskey
With the leader of this drunken charade
She’s scarred and shaky
Unpredictable and marginalised
Broken skin touches your skin
She might be diseased but you couldn’t care less
As you deter suicide.
Drunk now
You’re sitting on a sheet of cardboard
Blasphemy orders another drink
You see blurred lines
There’s no sense or diplomatic virtues
The world is a damaging place
And you’re only realising this isn’t a time of clarity.
You want to sober up
So you can walk back into isolation
You were safer in a room filled with books
And cigarettes, and challenging jigsaws,
Where normality excelled.
These people aren’t friends
They’re enemies
And you’re edging close to sinking straight
Into a bottle or even worse a dangerous sleep.
Bright lights and sirens
Are seen and heard
They scatter
You’re slumped and looted of faith and possessions
You’ve been saved.