What if Whiskey can Save Me?
I am always fascinated on the power of lyricism and poetry. This poem is inspired by stories about experiences at Silliman Bea
My will is strong, but my legs are weak
Too much noise
I am awake but can barely speak
The poison I downed has reached my head
Numbed and alive
Resting on top of this rocky bed
I opened my eyes for one last peak,
There she was, stunning in her red dress
Then I went to sleep
I woke up in my room,
I have no clue how I reached here,
No memories of last night,
But the violent headache is with me
The cold water I drank,
Has extinguished the fire
The burning sensation of whiskey
From last night’s desire
A slight regret,
For the money lost
But to sleep with dreamless slumber
Is worth the cost
We all have demons
Resting somewhere within us
Some dormant
Some active
Quick to erupt
Quick to hunt us
The spirits
In glasses
My body requires
Protect me from darkness
In Chorus in Choirs
But I might have just found
The angel for me
The dream that was sent
To keep my feet on the ground
I still have the strength to run and to hide
But I am afraid of leaving the world alone
I am tired of being a worthless sight
But I do not know how to fight
I can’t remember enough to describe
Her beauty
Her smile
Her eyes
But what was clear
She was beautiful
As I relaxed my head
Waiting for the hangover to walkout
I played scenarios in my mind
What if, that night, I reached out to her
What if, everything that night was not a blur
What if
What if
What if
She was not the memory I am trying to escape
I think I need another glass of Whiskey keep me sane
© 2020 Erl Sua