The Memory 1988-2011

Alcohol stupor
It was me
Was it me?
Him/Her I feel
To be, confide
Loosening of the waspish tongue
Dark, rich friend
Sweet, but souring of spirit
Wiping the blood away
Passions raised, but still denied
Cruel truth, or bravado?
A mixed message, wracking my mind
Destroy my cells
Grey goo forms
Pressure raised
Lost or found?
Nothing forgiven
Just the self accused.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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