Adrift

                                            

As I drink & inch closer to the bottom of the glass 

Like a glass bottom boat we float 

& see the world through a watery haze 

Or maybe tears my eyes they glaze, 

& days like this grow ever more 

For time does not heal of that I’m sure, 

Nor comfort do these memories bring 

Or light with joy the dark within, 

It’s sink or swim, what choice to make 

When neither will my soul awake, 

From such depths it can’t be reached 

By land, nor sea, nor bible preached 

So once again I nonchalantly refill 

And swallow amber liquid til 

I inch closer to the bottom of the glass 

And like a glass bottom boat we float 

And see the world through a watery haze 

Or maybe tears my eyes they glaze 

For days like this grow ever more 

And time will not heal of that I’m sure