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The Slippery Slope of Despair
Gone is that fluid gait of the young man's confidence,
Reduced to a doubtful shuffle by the lose of direction.
Now precariously balanced at this precipice of uncertain purpose.
Reluctant to continue this journey yet pushed on by the eagerness of time.
Groping for a grip on the fading Hope of assurance,
My hand grasped the bottle of hollow encouragement.
I am soon washed away by a flotilla of regret as I seek to drown reality.
Caught in a this flash flood of despair, drowning in self pity,
I allow myself to be carried to the bottom of misery.
Hold On!, Stop Right There!, This is Bullshit!
It's just a damn hangover!
Another Bloody Mary, see it's better already.
I refuse to believe the promises of sobriety,
What the hell does it know anyway?
I'm OK, I'm OK, It was just another little foggy mental breakdown,
nothing to be alarmed about ------ lets see, where was I at? Pardon,
kinda lost my train of thought. Uh, Oh Yea, now I remember,
I really don't see me as having a drinking problem,
I drink, I get drunk, I fall down, NO PROBLEM!!!
It's that Slippery Slope of Despair You've got to watch out for!
Inspired by the Fiddler, damned if he ain't a greedy little bastard this morning!
Ode to The Fiddler, forthcoming
Reduced to a doubtful shuffle by the lose of direction.
Now precariously balanced at this precipice of uncertain purpose.
Reluctant to continue this journey yet pushed on by the eagerness of time.
Groping for a grip on the fading Hope of assurance,
My hand grasped the bottle of hollow encouragement.
I am soon washed away by a flotilla of regret as I seek to drown reality.
Caught in a this flash flood of despair, drowning in self pity,
I allow myself to be carried to the bottom of misery.
Hold On!, Stop Right There!, This is Bullshit!
It's just a damn hangover!
Another Bloody Mary, see it's better already.
I refuse to believe the promises of sobriety,
What the hell does it know anyway?
I'm OK, I'm OK, It was just another little foggy mental breakdown,
nothing to be alarmed about ------ lets see, where was I at? Pardon,
kinda lost my train of thought. Uh, Oh Yea, now I remember,
I really don't see me as having a drinking problem,
I drink, I get drunk, I fall down, NO PROBLEM!!!
It's that Slippery Slope of Despair You've got to watch out for!
Inspired by the Fiddler, damned if he ain't a greedy little bastard this morning!
Ode to The Fiddler, forthcoming
Published 23rd Mar 2014
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23rd Mar 2014 6:21pm
23rd Mar 2014 6:56pm
Sad but True, Thanks, my Friend
To the Fiddler (maybe I should write one for him,hmmmm.)
R.T.
To the Fiddler (maybe I should write one for him,hmmmm.)
R.T.
30th Apr 2014 1:22pm
1st May 2014 2:36pm
Thanks for the visit, I'm honored to have a true poet stop by to read my bit of misguided quips.
I know that I should cease such foolish behavior and spend my efforts more wisely. Maybe learn the right way to write true poetry. I do feel there is a poet Angel in my heart but the manic demons in my head almost always take control; But, they sure know how to have a good time!
Any Thoughts and/or advise always welcome,
R T
I know that I should cease such foolish behavior and spend my efforts more wisely. Maybe learn the right way to write true poetry. I do feel there is a poet Angel in my heart but the manic demons in my head almost always take control; But, they sure know how to have a good time!
Any Thoughts and/or advise always welcome,
R T