Reeling - Nux Vomica

There’s a man who’s wondering

If he’ll make it to next week

His telephone is ringing

Two years on the wagon

His life was back on track

But now he’s caved

A terminal slave

To the horizontal rain

That streaks through the recesses

Of his saturated brain

A cold wind curls off the inside of his skull

As he stares at the ceiling

Senses reeling

Lost all feeling…

Just another twist of another cap

And it’s a step closer to the end of being trapped

In the prison of a life dripped on

By the slow trickle of a gutter clogged

With filthy remnants

Of hopes and dreams

A life polluted by the weight of the world

A man once vibrant

With a sense of self-worth

With a sense of humor

With a sense of freedom

A man with a vision

Of a place

Where he would place

His puzzle piece

But this puzzle got left out in the rain

And pieces missing

Got soaked and frayed

So he cracks another

To drown the pain

What drives a person to this point?

Divorced and ditched

And divorced from the life of the past

Linked to addiction

Like a fucking curse

Handcuffed to a slowly sinking car

Sinking

Sinking for years

There he is on the floor

His telephone stopped ringing