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What if Whiskey can Save Me?

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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

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