Memories

I didn’t remember the house.

My memories…as the house is now

Are shuttered and barred.

The winds of the Cape

Beckon and plead

For remembrance

None is available.

The storm that ravages the coast

Returns to beat against my chest.

Trying to beat into submission

Memories that will not submit.

They never will.

Poem by LSB (PoetryWings)

Drowning in Booze

He’d rather drown in booze than rain.

It really doesn’t matter, for his thoughts

Are not quite sane.

For he says, “They’re both a liquid and that makes

Them quite the same.”

He wanders through his muddled mind

And ponders, “When will drinking bring

My gain?”

His body’s decayed, his mind is spent.

He wallows in self-pity and in this he

Is content.

He’d rather drown in booze than rain.

For he overflows with liquor and fills

His glass again.

Poem by LSB (PoetryWings)