Day 333

I Cannot Read.

 

I cannot read-

poetry,

when I’ve been…

drinking.

My mind is bleary

with black and white

while my thoughts

frantically race.

 

I cannot read-

poetry,

when I’ve been…

drinking.

My body is weary

unable to perform

transporting me into a

new world of ideas.

 

I cannot read-

poetry,

when I’ve been…

drinking.

My soul is agitated

isolating myself in a cocoon

of desperate loneliness.

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