I look back over from page to glass
thinking about how little class
will remain after the next round
but i pour again for I have found
that things are easier when there is no applied thought
because for every day that I have fought
to hold back more harmful urges
alcohol has gotten me through as it surges
through killing off the ability to reason
and from that no matter the season
no matter what happens, it is treason
to myself if i refuse another glass
even if i do look back of the farce
of my nights behaviour and speech
is it not better to reach,
for the Jäeger over the blade
to indulge until all other feelings fade
and I am left numb
not able to walk, yet alone run
so with that there is no escape
and so I force myself to drape
over a coat and go out confronting
and and all problems I find troubling
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoesiaFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...