Half passed midnight
Only the pale off-white ceiling in my sight
It should be the back of my eyelids
But heaven forbids me from sleeping tight
Or maybe it is the work of hell
Casting its wicked spell when Mother Nature turns off daylight
This turns on this plaguing thirst
It grows worse as each second transforms into minutes
And within minutes I find myself stumbling down the hall
Daring the drowsy darkness to lead me into the kitchen
Carefully clasping a cup from the cabinet
With a rickety wrist reaching for a beverage kept hidden
Pouring until my cup runneth over
Spilling a somber melody all over my counter
Pacing back and forth pacing each sip I devour
There is no need to chug
I have nothing to do for many an hour
As the thirst begins to overpower I scour for a replay
I press repeat to my beverage to refill the leverage it has over me
Overly withdrawn I take seat on the edge of upholstery
Until I fall back
Then I brawl that off-white ceiling from my vision once more
Then I crawl smack into the position I just left at a stand
The kitchen with a cup in my hand
Tilting my head back to help the drink flow down
Allowing the thoughts to come forth
It is in those thoughts that I drown
I sink from my drink of intimate instrumentals
Each gulp gains a refrain to accompany each sound
And as the bass line drops so does my cup to the ground
I will clean that up later
Hoping there is a later to come
As I succumb to my own delirium I travel back through the darkness
Returning to the beginning of my trip
Until I need to indulge in that next sip
5/17/2013