A Constant Poets Thoughts

a sporadic though poem

Sometimes when I'm high I float

But not too far off the ground

But at times when I'm sober I choke

I find it hard to keep the words down

Usually its not bad I don't even notice

Then I'm alone and its all that I notice

These days I barely have a sober day

Afraid of the pain that doesn't exist

Lurking in the shadows barely at bay

I chased it away and yet it persists

I fight for no man yet I am fighting forever

In fear I plan yet I haven't put it together

I change on a whim and with no intent

You can't see when I see the loathing

I challenge the fact that I am spent

With a test that I myself had not chosen

Don't second guess the choice to choose

One slip of tongue, the question is who's