The Struggle

Poem about drinking

Is it different or is it the same
Is it fun or is it a problem
Is it positive or is it a shame
Is it us or is it them

Lights glimmer and notes are played
Limbs are thrown and bodies shake
Glasses are emptied and often displayed
The night is welcomed but what’s at stake

The morning brings clouded memories
Feelings are lost and so are the pictures
What is remembered what are the stories
They fade into the distance like tremors

Guilted emotions and resentful thoughts
Days flood into night and time simply flees
What were we looking for what was sought
Are we just waiting like honey for bees

Is it different or is it the same
Is it fun or is it a problem
Is is positive or is it a shame
Is it us or is it them

No matter what the answer
It is always a struggle

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