Wine
This wine appears
to be the chains
that keeps me here but far away
I lay and, slow it goes
Into my body, and through it's veins.
I stay awake
In splendid slumber
I see the young and old.
The living and those
Who're under
Under this life
I'm slipping in too.
I may never see
The drops of dew, the sky a blue.
My dreams are real
Or are mistakes.
Of needed wine.
Of pills I drink.
Days and nights blend to me.
I'm lost in time.
What day is it?
To get away,
Is to give and lose.
My mind is taken,
Nothing meant for me
And I can't win,
Nor can I choose.