Drunkenness

My head is floating on a cloud of forgetfulness.

Will I remember this?

Or will the memory be lost in the void?

I feel devoid

Of reason.

I feel guilty, even treasonous.

Is this the season to decompress?

Or is it folly to worry less

and forget about life and the loneliness?

Like a drone, I groan but continue

On this path they tell me to.

But should I?

Should I die

a pawn in this game of life,

meaningless and filled with strife?

Or should I take a knife

And cut open the fabric of me,

And let spill all the unasked for creativity.