Middle aged man sits alone
Recliner couch is the throne
Life feels surreal
Too much working from home
Solitary solipsist searching,
Nurturing nascent nihilism;
Enduringly, excessively existential...
Pretentious alliterative crap!
Turn up the stereo. No one is home.
Try to break out of the mental maze
Plan an adventure
Winter wonderland? Wanderlust more like.
Wander where the sun shines. Where there's day light and warmth.
Seasonally affected, disorderly dark nights.
It's hard to keep your chin up when the low sun is in your eyes.
Fully sober, I ventured
Amongst the sweaty, grinning, gurning throng
Before, I was one of you.
Fumbling for the key to unlock my inhibition
I just closed my eyes and started moving
The music, the lights.
The deep bass, and distorted filter sweeps.
The breaks, the builds, and drops.
I was dancing again, and loving it!
No one knew or cared that I was sober. I avoided eye contact; with the over friendly; and loved up.
I'm with you, but I'm no longer one of you.
Fully sober, I ventured
Amongst the sweaty, grinning, gurning throng
Before, I was one of you.
Fumbling for the key to unlock my inhibition
I just closed my eyes and started moving
The music, the lights.
The deep bass, and distorted filter sweeps.
The breaks, the builds, and drops.
I was dancing again, and loving it!
No one knew or cared that I was sober. I avoided eye contact; with the over friendly; and loved up.
I'm with you, but I'm no longer one of you.
Shaking off shackles
Of youth misspent
A fearsome fight
With hard grained habit
Such joy; the pink cloud
Clear headed, awake
Thought runs, like a mountain stream
Pure, unsullied humanity
Looking back with regret
Why did I wait?
Wasting my life
On those poisonous past times
Once free, you can see
The culture, the marketing
The obligatory annihilation of self
Pervasive and perverse peer pressure
Fuck that, I'm free!
I'm happy being me
That I truly am
Not some drunken sham
#poetry #poem #sober
Oh Aaron, in flames,
What did you learn?
What horror crossed your desk
And drove you to burn?
A man, in flames
No longer complicit
In genocide.
“Many of us like to ask ourselves, 'What would I do if I was alive during slavery?
Or the Jim Crow South?
Or apartheid?
What would I do if my country
was committing genocide?'
The answer is,
you're doing it.
Right now.”
