Drink Up My Friend
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Drink up my friend,
that thirst is near unquenchable,
my swirling thoughts detestable,
my soul in pain, resolve.
If not for my own tenacity,
to delve where angel tread to see,
the falter in my steps reveal,
a broken heart disarmed.
But truth as hidden as it can be,
does rise in light for all to see,
and plunge those dark and weary lies,
into the pyre of life reprieve.
That thirst for release and relentless sleep,
can only abide when we face and reap,
the acceptance of our mistakes and be,
the saviour of our soul.
In choice do we all ignore the facts,
in righteous belief and justified acts,
to protect our petty egos backed,
by deluded and fanciful thought.
But reality has the sharpest teeth,
exacting bites to reveal beneath,
what we so fondly conceal in skin,
our delusions steeped in darkest sin.
So drink up my friend and vision far,
there’s no escaping who you are,
‘tis better to acknowledge fault,
than suffer the pain of last resort.
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