The Glass Is Empty Through the bottomof a glassthe world is kinder, manageableFor as longas the buzz lastsSlipping intoan alcohol-soakedoblivion Numbing the agonytemporarilyuntil a different pain wakensthe dysfunctionalcorpseHammering the headinto familiarregret Looking out myfront doorI see no new horizonNo museto inspireor cheering squadto lift my weary souland reconfirmmy existence Just a familiar fogthat will obscurethe goodnessI can no longer findwithout … Continue reading The Glass Is Empty