Bourbon

Smooth amber trickles down, sending him under,
Drowning in his forgotten sensibilities,
Lost in a Smokey haze of spent cigarettes
And time wasted pondering life and its misgivings.
 
Sinking shot after shot, deeper and deeper he falls,
Into the dark of his own imaging’s, blurred shapes
Form threatening gestures, as scenes of the night
Jolt and lurch forward like a broken film.
 
Broken sleep haunted by dreams of days to come,
Unrelenting fear set his heart to palpitations,
His brow drenched in the cold sweat, heavy breaths
Breaking the devastating silence of his isolation.
mickjok mickjok
18-21, M
May 12, 2012