Loosening the Grip

Liquid breakfasts

Drenched inner senses,

Moistened parched lips

As I thirstily gulped, 

Poured down throat

Juices of oblivion,

Flowing deep inside

To numb emotion,

Hitting every spot

Brought intoxication,

Drowned all thought

Disabled depression,

Slowly she took hold

With strong grip so bold,

Made my head buzz and pound

And simply would not let go,

Caused anxiety, agitation

Tears of frustration unseen,

Obliviation swept the mind

In fevered nights of delirium,

I swam with darkness bold

Currents so hard and so cold,

In the end, had to leave behind

Ventured solo into fields of light,

Found less oppressive paths

For my bloody sake alone,

Turning again to a life of smiles

Far more expansive and meaningful,

Discovering things that fix and heal

That no longer keep me on my jack,

Tossing aside this destroyer of solace

Other obsessions now come to rescue me,

Though her temptation is ever so near

As she continues to call out my name,

Like a haunting ghost that tries to captivate

Time to shake her unyeilding chains from brain.