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

Poems

1.Adrift   

 

 

2.Empty Corners

 

 

3.Grounded

 

4.Solitude

 

 

5.Dream Sarni

6.Damaged