I turn to bottles to
numb the pain,
the feeling is better
than the thoughts
pestering my brain,
blurriness and slurred
speech keeps me sane.
It makes me forget the
world and all those deceitful,
full of evil,
all the soulless,
judgmental people.
I stare into their eyes
trying to figure them out,
but they need oxygen,
so I give them mouth to mouth.
Providing new perspectives,
A breath of fresh air,
Maybe they'll learn to
love those who care.
But while I'm still
buzzed off this liquor,
Read this again,
do you see the big pitcher?
—
9:52 PM
2/29/20
JE LEEST
The Words I've Never Said
PoëzieA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
