Welcome to my first poetry duet! A fun, challenging and therapeutic process/ with the subject matter hitting home.
My collaborative poetic friend was a delight to work with. He has a kind and compassionate heart which I’ve come to know and care for. His blog expresses the darker “Poe” side of things with a creative and unique perspective. Check him out : http://jmc813.wordpress.com
Today is the day, I’m going to do it this time.
I’m finally finished, I can leave it behind.
Do you hear yourself? You’ve said it time and again.
It’s eleven in the morning, I’ll see you by ten.
Tick, tick, tick, tick…each one louder than the last.
Skin’s starting to crawl, feet tap erratic and fast.
I have the strength and courage to see this through.
I just HAVE to stop, this endeavor long overdue.
I am amused and laugh heartily at your expense.
You know that to leave me behind makes no sense.
The Tick Tock of life’s clock and all that remains is time.
Time to wallow in his pitiful misery as the bells begin to chime.
But I can taste whiskey in the back of my throat.
Maybe this time really will be different; I’ll keep control.
Yes, yes, taste it my friend, feel the tonic coursing.
You can’t live without it, why don’t you just stop trying?
Tick, tick, tick… finger taps keeping time, mind in spiraling flux.
Compromised resolve, his needs equate to his lusts.
My all consuming thought’s drive the insanity in my head.
What could be the reason for my living epitaph to be read?
That’s it, breathe in your weakness; submit to my prison.
Your mind, body, and soul will be mine through alcohol’s attrition.
Following the steady pour of sands through the hourglass.
Time rapidly running short, mimics misspent days gone past.
Get out of my head! Let me be! I really want to live!
I don’t want to remain a slave to your poisonous grip.
You’ve said that before, you always come back.
Don’t pretend you’re so strong, power you lack.
Tick.. Tick… Tick, Tock…
Like demon addiction, the timekeeper mocks.
I possess everything it takes, I know this to be true.
I have the ferocity and determination to be free of you.
You have neither of those things you cowardly fool.
Realize you’re a slave to me, the bottle my deadliest tool.
As time marches forward, a shift begins to transpire.
As the antagonist addiction begins losing it’s fire.
A new voice sprang from within, not from mind, but heart.
Vipers tongue silenced, knowledge and hope to impart.
A calm began to surround him as his focus shifted.
From obsession, suddenly success he could envision.
Tick, tick, tick, tock.
He hasn’t taken a drink, and it’s past ten o’clock…