Saturday, May 9, 2009

after the break

Once the devil goes home
and God withdraws His face into the clouds
and you are left with yourself, alone,
whom do you trust?

Not yourself.
Hug tight the bottle, pills rattling as you walk

1 comment:

farmlady said...

You are here again and with a wonderful poem that says something to me..., but I doubt that it's what this poem is about. To me this is about fear and addiction to anything that makes you loose yourself.