the drink

this empty glass sits
in front of me
it’s reflection displaying
my solemn face

many reasons enter my mind
to fill it and
soothe the uneasy feeling
of losing something i
have yet to find

the power of my mind starts the chain
of events
which unfold
as the glass becomes full
with despair

it’s evil taste now
touches my lips and
the weakness of simple
escape wins once more