I cut out the booze
but my symptoms
persisted.
I had panic attacks
like in the movies
where the music gets loud
with each dramatic scene
accompanied by voices
whispering
don’t you miss me
a small reminder
straight out of a love scene.
Booze fueled my artistic seed
slowly I died
having lost that need
then I discovered
I can only be me
started being discrete
about what I’ve seen
but that didn’t fill the void
so I write now about
all that has passed and some wicked dreams.
