Jan/08

15

Toxic

I drink to heal my symptoms
But fail to kill the causes.
A broken marriage, broken dreams,
Dead end job so many losses.
It’s an endless stream,
An alcoholic tide,
That cons my mind towards suicide
That’s makes me think a day cant go by without my problem pesticide
My blood shot eyes
My toxic breathe
My shaky stance
All side affects
My constant steer into a fog of ice block cubes and alcohol
They make my problems feel resolved
But really make them more evolved.
My kidneys ache
My tongue is soar
Stomachs embalmed from alcohol
My pleasure pill, divine escape
That leaves me drowned before the gates
That leaves my body in a state
For rats and bugs to mutilate,
For life to cut and amputate,
A friend bound to intoxicate.

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Rolando Rosario

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