Just A Taste

Her body has no form, yet I can feel her all over me. She’s controlling me, taking me to places that I shouldn’t be. “Forbidden pleasures” got me drifting further away from myself. Look inside, and you’ll find a sober man crying out for help. She’s the worst; we make love between sheets of vanity. I’m free-falling, fading in and out of reality.

She’s the embodiment of my pain, giving me brief moments of joy, with sorrow hidden inside. I left my true love at the altar after being consumed by secrets that I’ve been trying to hide. My life is slowing down. I can see the walls closing in. She’s waving from afar, and now I’m wondering, “Will I ever see her again?”

“I will miss you, Sobriety.”

-The Wanderer