Feet floating on, the mind was left aside,
Moments past had ripped from him his clarity.
Sterilised insanity, thoughts to be denied
Forcing the lock of untouched mentality.
Time ceases not, despite wills imposing demand.
With constant rhythm but no direction,
materialisation of self is commanded
to sound of trampling, upon good intention.
‘Commandeer ones future’, such a quote rings clear
in the milieu of sleepless exhaustion.
Self infliction of purpose, inflicting fear
at the crossroad now reached, void of direction.
Abhorrence in a gruelling competition
with sensations unknown except in slumber
Intermission of sense, thoughts form fruition.
‘Step off the knife edge, cleaving life asunder’.
Mendacity, comprising indecision
and clarity as hand glides over bottle.
Tap’s piercing song breaks through the torn incision
That rests on minds choice as conscience is throttled
Perplexed at the minds endeavour to be cleared
Encompassing a myriad of forged words.
Sobriety denied, whiskey domineers
The moment that forces the choices, unheard.