I Just Want To Be All Right
A Comedown Story

Discontent, a come down
Abstinent, merely lonesome
Resonant? Maybe one day
Resolute? If only
.
Oh, I wish upon a little star
A sun
A moon
A full eclipse in tow
.
My mouth may form a bow
But my sad eyes droop in frown
No crown, no clown,
No high horse, no look in vain,
Just veins of blood, red not blue
Pulsing slowly for me, not you
.
Pulsing because it must not because I tell it so
If it were up to me, it may not flow
Lack of interest and laziness the only thing I owe
.
What becometh of me, will I ever tell?
When will the Worry and Anxious quell?
At what age is everything right?
I’m sure it’s never right and if not, what’s the point?
I’m sure there is one, but one
I do not find in-kind, is this life a lie?
.
Oh, to be a spy!
Seems dangerous, but maybe I’d like to die
Only ungrateful assholes thus
Proclaim or bitches with chemical imbalances say
I think I’m neither but I’ll continue to gulp this pity chalice
Much like Alice, I fall and tumble, not on Tinder, Twitter or Bumble
I always fumble and collapse
Too drained to relapse, yet
I do again and again,
Relapse, impasse, relapse, collapse
.
Tired, drowned, unwilling to be around
Anyone, anything,
Lonely, alone, lonesome, behold
No rings, no things, nothing
.
Eyes of drunken fury,
Reek of a brewery,
The yeast squeezes and pores
Out my pimpled, mosquito ridden pores
No drugs, but still regrets
Too anxious to stand, too anxious to sit
No pills to spit; no marijuana lit
.
Just me and my mind
Becoming untwined,
Let the drugs and booze
Leak out to clean this
Spout but holy fuck
This comedown, I could do without
.
Does the moon pull me?
Rule me?
Elude me? Ensure me?
If not the moon, who tugs my strings that I try to pull?
No headspace for this headcase
As the moon follows its path,
I’m at an impasse
Lady moon, miss moon, moon goddess, please
Listen and tell me softly that everything will be alight
In darkness and in light
I’m running out of energy to fight
I just want to be all right
I just want to be all right
About the Creator
Boo
Writer of Poetry & Prose
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Read my words: my sins, my trysts
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