He could drink

the wolf

words swam through his head
no sugar plum ferries would dare to enter
he thought life was just something to “pass the time”
never once daring to try and live it
self pertinacious bullshit filled his days
and yet , worse his nights were filled with sorrow
he drank to numb himself
and numb himself he did indeed
oh….., could he drink
all the beauty in the world he once loved,
became the walking dead in his ever present longing for the end
trees became ugly
the sunrise hurt his eyes
the oceans waves now haunted him
And children playing in the streets became the victims he knew they would someday be
sunsets , a reminder that one more day had passed, and he was closer…….
friends became a nuisance , and time became the enemy
with each day more and more hate , for mankind’s existence, his own to be exact …..became more evident
no longer did he look to the future
he had no need for the past
with every godforsaken waking hour
his skin crawled for having lived through another night
if God were real, and really cared,
God would have no need for him
he drank to numb himself
and oh…. could he drink.

CHANGEinWAVES

put down the bottle and pick up the pen...this is really good.