The mud is Home

I feel the filth sinking,
Crazy hot in deep.
I am useless and relentless,
but somehow I am free.

My eyes are shut,
but I still see.
I see through bullshit.
I see through love.

How can this body be so hollow.
How can this soul be so free.
As I turn around and never follow.
As I close my eyes so I can see.

I'm so drowned in my sorrow.
All I can count are my miseries.
This child is not old enough for this horror.
This adult is dying within.

I am Too Drunk

I am too drunk.

I hope my spelling is right.

I have a soul that needs to say

anything, but just something to say.

I can't contain my head,

I can't contain my mind.

Who am I?

All that I can talk to is I.

Alone within these walls.

Alone within myself.

It's like I can't be.

It's like there is no me.

Though I am drunk I still feel.

I feel that I am drunk.

I also can't help to feel,

to feel that I am alone.

I am too much of me to hide.

The blanket fell too short.

There is no hole in the ground.

Reality is not my fault.

I feel the urge to burn.

I feel the urge to cry.

The urge to say

that I am at least alive.