malevolent, reticent.
perplexed and insane,
a cauldron, a serpent.
Saliency is high,
reaching for the sky,
with little remedy,
quering why.
Chaos, malice,
bewildered eyes,
irate, wishing demise,
questing clemency and advise.
Inaudit, sobbing song,
a wrong string strung,
meaningless saga left behind,
biber dies, much resigned.
© Copyright Sergio A. Morales All Rights Reserved
“Slots Soliloquy”
This poem is dedicated to a non-legend left behind by an imbiber or alcoholic .When an individual is consumed by iniquity it is very hard to find an exit to real life. Living a life of in toxication is a gruesome experience. Ignoring reality one thinks that this is the right "modus vivendi" . There are many defficiencies or lackness of the most basic elements of human behavior.
It is a yoke that will haunt you until it destroys you. Abnegation overcomes all reasoning and answers all the questions to be answered. Everyone is wrong at the eyes of alcohol, but blind is the consumer carrying the burden. Emotions are icognito and alcohol the panacea to the quandary.
Deep in the soul there is emptiness filled to the point where the cup runneth over in despair,desolateness,loneliness,shamelessness,lack of self esteem, perversion, abhorement, self pity, atheism, deceit, carelessness, depression, hate, ignorance, gluttony, grotesqueness, lack of respect towards yourself and others, lack of humility, lack of humbleness, lack of life and many more attributes that enhance the beauty of this condemnation.of ebriety. Pacified waters that are really turbulent.
This isn't real life. The gusto and the light of life has been smothered to apoint of no return.
Once you have come to your senses and have accepted that consumption of alcohol is really no solution then and only then you begin to see life in its true perspective. The beginning is like a dream but eventually turns into a nightmare. When you wake up there are many interrogants that do not have answers. Aghast at the legacy and destruction left behind you commence to ask for forgiveness within your soul and you feel helpless. By this time it may be late in life and you must now deal with the plagues that will succumb you into the valley of illness until you take the last heartbeat. You die and burry your thoughts in that deep,hollow catafalque carrying malevolent thoughts without being able to justify your reasoning for being a sot. Without even saying you are sorry. For if you try to say you are sorry no one will be there to listen to you even though you really mean it from the bottom of your soul. No one will believe you, no one will believe you.! Take it from me!
