Drunken Poetry

 I take a sip just to clear my mind, I desperately don't want to think about certain things, like how I struggle to keep my sleight clean, dirty hands broken dreams, it seems almost impossible to look past these obstacles, drinking until these illusions become optical,seeing things that are not really there, you know like doubt and fear, i know it's a shame, how I try to drink away the pain, I know that may seem strange, but at times it's the only way I can maintain, and what's even more insane is that it never really changes a thang, just a temporary fix, serenity for the moment, waking up with more problems like hangovers and vomit, still suffering from a binge, my girl pretends it never happened, I pretend it'll never happen again.......