(Poem) This Drink

Jan 03, 2008 - 21:46 PM PST

This Drink Leah Simon ©2008

In the mirror I saw you,
A strung out memory,
Delusional they call it,
But, I swear that’s you I see.

Blood shot eyes are crying,
Rope twisted in you’re hair,
I’ll blink my eyes once or twice,
Until you disappear.

Its times like these I miss her,
Blocked out just because,
I’m sorry that I killed her,
The innocents I was.

I’ll try to make excuses,
I’ll try to hold her back,
But this drink of weak controls her,
This souls under attack.