Narcissistic, solipsistic words.
But the turds
Run freely as they gallop
Over the page.
I am lost in mindless temperament,
But is was not meant
To be this way.
I don’t feel sorry for myself,
But I must stop drinking
If only for my health;
My brain intact
I forget what dictated my past.
We are products of lost memories.
Can I unfold the distance?
Extract the truth, your disguise
And brings me to a child like state of wonder.
I plunder the depths of my imagination
But stagnation leaves me
With total degradation.
This will not pass easy
Surely please me with a reply.