I have ego enough to pick up this pen,
yet lack the courage for inner-most reflection.
My pride tells me you want to know
who I am, yet the ink globs in unsteady hesitation.
I fear what I have to say.
Have I the strength for honesty?
Let me pour more alcohol into my gullet
and we may see how strong I am,
for I am strongest under the careless
hypnosis of inebriation.
Does this tell you enough?
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