A Restless Mind of 19

poem

Sitting, comprehending, just wasting time

Remembering everything that was said was just a lie

Time after time, just trying to get it right

But who am I?

They call me the forgotten son,

The one that never existed

But I smile with the rising sun

Slowly with the tip of glass to lips

Silently I, I ponder the meaning of this

Who was it? Who did this?

Why do such things exist?!

Should I be amended of this?

Is there something that needs fixed?

Everything fades out,

The reality around these eyes; nothing, but a murky surrounding

Blends of blue and black,

Such a golden elixir to take the mind back

Before one had to worry about another anxiety attack

A slow drag off this lined cigarette,

Just trying to ease this mind of all the regret

Your eyes plague the mind like a ghost defeating the bounds of time,

And they say this is the best way to unwind

The bitter residue lingers on frail lips,

Shaking slightly a hand grasps the glass

Taken back, with one quick swallow

Another drink to erase what was,

Another inhale to embrace what is

And time after time of trying,

always to remember & never forget

The memories that trouble,

A restless mind of 19.