Living with Drunks

Splinters of moments fracturing the mind,
Putting together pieces hard to find.

Wandering through debris leaving you numb,
Trying to determine what you’ve become.

Lifting bandages from the wounds of life,
Nothing has healed from the slice of the knife.

Time laughing and saying, “Put them back on,
This is a battle never to be won.”

Crying from the pain and feeling insane
Because of the strain running through your brain.

Shadows of doubt eating shadows of life,
The marriage to darkness—grief for a wife.

Stubbing your toe on something left over
From sweet memories covered in clover.

The deeper you trek the lonelier you get—
Forgetting becomes a gift for your wit.

Hopelessness improves your state of being
As feeling alive is somewhat freeing.

Traveling through your mind is a dangerous trip,
It is the place where darkness takes its grip.

Place trust in what you must—but find a friend,
Get an ear that can hear—and try to mend.

The flames of pain for some will slowly wane,
But without help, you’ll likely go insane.