Assignment: Poem

Ah Alcohol

Ah alcohol. How it is it should stumble upon me when the morbid blanket presents itself. How it opens my mind and the gate that stores all doubt and bequeathed iniquity. Bestowed by that of the pernicious. Ephemeral happiness does present itself – short lived as maybe. Presently I can distance myself from life. I look to the warm blue sky adorned with broken cloud. I make my acquaintance with what should matter: life in its purest state. The cold breeze caresses my now warm skin enhancing the warmth within. In this state tears are joy and pain becomes unknown.

I am alone. Loneliness finds serenity and abandons that which makes me sad.

Time will tell.