Trapped in Unreality

I drank the drink three years today

And found the draught most mighty fine

Two sips became a longing gulp

And then it was three draws, four.

Water turned rancid, soda grew stale

The drink was suffocating me in its taste

I drink still more, drowning myself

Drowning. I am drowning.

But I cannot claw the surface.

.:oo:.

I see them in my waking

And dream of them at night

They’re as much encompassed in my grip

As I am in their might

I walk the world both in and out

And found two lives in one

I am awake yet dreaming

I am gone but still here

This is my misery

I am nothing but a writer who drank the drink that stayed reality.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. Ray Bradbury