
Five p.m. and I’m eating breakfast
Doing daily choirs as quick as I can
To get drunk from neon moon nights
Followed by shots of my old memories
Some too strong to swallow so easily
Into a dozen sonnets, my soul has bled
In lines and rhymes making no sense
Bloodshot eyes come the morning light
Finally got tired enough to fall asleep
These are the ways- I find my escape
I live love on a thousand inked lines
But feel like I’m only dying in my life
Maybe something wrong with my process
Of living life with the time…I’ve got left
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Poet of the Light © 2023