Lost With No End In Sight
by
Michelle Ackmann
copyright 04-08-2005
Age Rating: 18 to 127
A drunken haze envelops me and
I feel like I have fallen from great heights
with nothing but a bottle to comfort my lost soul.
My vision is blurred with the constant stream of salty tears that never seems to find an end.
I sit alone in a darkened room,
desparately trying to find the person I'm meant to be.
My fears invade more freely with every passing day,
So, I'm left alone,
just hoping that one day
I'll find some sort of haven that I can call home.
Pain is nothing a good buzz can't dull,
but when it's time to live life sober
it's unbearable because you suddenly realize that everything that you worked so hard for is gone and you're left with nothing but the empty shell of who you used to be.
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Climbing out of a pit is hard and takes courage. I am proud of anyone who does it. :-) Hiding behind the bottle doesn't make your problems go away, they're just hidden behind that "haze"... and they only get bigger while you're not looking. So, the best thing to do is to take in a deep breath, suck up some pride, and go forward. Start conquering those demons right away. You'll be glad you did. :-)
Dear Michelle!
Sometimes I feel as if I sit alone in a darkened world. We all have such dark days. Your writing can light up your thinking, living. We are with you, we are reading your poem, right? You are with us!
Lovely poem!
Thank you for sharing!
Irina.
This poem is real, I know where it's coming from. I have also viewed the world from inside a bottle, but no more. It is comforting in a way to find out that others have had the same view.
Thank you.
Befriending the bottle... many a times I wanted to do the same, but I strayed from it. I know that the bottle has nothing that can delete the pain, like a file can be deleted on a computer. We aren't computers, because we can't delete the pain. We can only learn to deal with it... which is what friends are for... i found that out just recently. Thanks for the great read!