Being alone serves me well
Being alone,
It serves me well.
Clears the thoughts just as much.
I ought to remember such a thing.
When you are around,
And they're with me, watching,
And I am around, watching,
And all around are smiles, voices and teeth,
and wide pupils, fixating on my mouth,
In circles,
And bouncing all over my head.
I don't need alcohol for that.
Suspended in my chest.
I am still thirsty and cannot even breathe.
I get angry: why do I "need"?
Only when you all are here,
And I am near you, in here, and you all can see me,
Around you, beside myself,
Never by my side.
© The Wrench Poetry
It serves me well.
Clears the thoughts just as much.
I ought to remember such a thing.
When you are around,
And they're with me, watching,
And I am around, watching,
And all around are smiles, voices and teeth,
and wide pupils, fixating on my mouth,
In circles,
And bouncing all over my head.
I don't need alcohol for that.
Suspended in my chest.
I am still thirsty and cannot even breathe.
I get angry: why do I "need"?
Only when you all are here,
And I am near you, in here, and you all can see me,
Around you, beside myself,
Never by my side.
© The Wrench Poetry