I built all these Walls so I can feel protected
So I don't feel the pain of being rejected
Avoid the corruption of being infected
And keep the facade that is always expected
Within my fortress I tend my incisions
Festering wounds from decrepit decisions
I can not fend off the encroaching necrosis
So I deal my liver a bout of cirrhosis
And cast my mind to a world of psychosis
I blame other people as if they imposed this
These Walls echo screams of complete desperation
Yet outside, reflect a face of elation
I keep buying this liquid that drowns my sorrow
Hoping to feel better by this time tomorrow
But this pain will come back as it always will do
The pain of regret, these memories of you
Alone in these Walls I fight back what is true
These echoes just curse and will never get through
Instead of dealing with these problems at hand
I drink to be numb, or until I can't stand
I destroy all my hopes I long ago planned
And complain about life because it's not grand
So I'll remain in these Walls until I grow old
To spare those I love someone dead and cold
- Author: DyingDreams ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2017 01:35
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem I wrote in rehab. I had an intense stint with alcohol about a year ago and it destroyed a lot of my life. I am 9 months and 16 Days sober at the time of this post
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 23
Comments1
Incredibly powerful stuff this! Very well written 🙂
And congratulations on your sobriety!
Why thank you ^-^
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