There is nothing like a
black out to scare the
light out of you. Or driving
home with one eye shut.
Waking up the next morning
and not knowing how you
got home. They call this
firewater spirits for a
reason. I am compelled
to tell you all that I was
muddled and taken away.
To a never ending crater
I called living. There is a
place that has always been
there crying for a solution.
Those days haunt me now
...in my dreams.
copyright 01-04-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write Sarah...thank you for sharing it...Fi