Disillusion

It is not I

that is lying on the barroom floor

Staring in to the darkness of space

Stating a prayer that is out of place.

The desolation of me

Marinated in beer, gin and rum

Listening to the din of an old drum

Declaring my disillusion

It is not I

Looking back at you

From the bottom of a glass

Asking for your inebriated ideas

Seeking intoxicated solutions

Devouring deadly portions

In hope of an answer

It is not I

You see bent over the toilet bowl

Retching my regret and depression

Begging for release

begging for peace

but getting none

so I go back to the bottle

No it is not I

It is not I
You see stumble and stagger
Holding a bottle of larger
Haunted by dreams unfulfilled
Daunted by life incomplete
Skulking in the dark alleys
Let the day reveal my mistakes
It is not I
perhaps a mere silhouette