Whispers and Whiskey

My only sanctuary is pencil and paper.

A solace cradles my heart 

As my body flushed the pain to the page

I question my destiny 

And pray for death. 

Like knives the memories carve out homes in my mind.

Rigid little scars never to heal 
And always a poison to every happy thought.

I write of sorrow as if she were a lover lost to time 

I whisper of regret like he’s seated next to me 

I vomit the words I know 

To explain the things I can’t 

The world may be real

But my mind can convince me otherwise

I’m drowning in the ocean I created 

And the water is cool on my lungs