Sneaking Off

I live with a tattered soul,
even on the most
ordinary of days.
Always so desperate
to try to press reset,
as I sip from a bottle
of stolen whiskey.
While I sleep,
the sabotage continues
within my skull.
Typing out these lines,
perhaps I have a problem.
It is now time
for me to leave you,
so I can officially
sneak off alone to die.

Reviews

[From the Mind of Doc]

Dear Svetlana,

Interesting, this submission which you provided. Thank you.

Alone? Not as long as you are here.

Reset? This is a very good place to do just that!

Tattered soul and problems? Hmmmm. Yep they reside here with me also...

More words from you! Keep them coming!

Stolen whiskey? Tastes as good as purchased and I find it causes "words" to pour forth from my mind... to a point, then I have to stop! Stop writing for awhile and once again find my "thoughts".

Sincerely, Doc

[LapseOfMind]

So transparent and open. And though you say 'sneaking off alone', you aren't alone. We're here with you, struggling through our own battles, with you. You don't fight alone. Remember us when you feel desperate and stuck. All it takes is one poem, one post to just reach out and someone will reach back

[Karmee]

love the imagery in this write, so very nicely written

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If your thinking of dropping out of the race, do not forget those who run with you.