008 ~ Libations

cure my sickened, darkened soul
of all its woe
come, bring me libations

some prescribed pill
to remove the ill
of the troubled days i face

this idiosyncratic mess
i confess
is driving me insane

remove me from the pain
and the rain
that everyday falls harder upon me

i need to take a knife
and slice the strife
that your inflicting

constant ringing in my ears
of all your fears
that surmount innumerably

let all of this fall away
so i can face my day
come, bring me libations

by stan pelfrey

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