booze

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.