just give in, dystopian
waking up drunk is a whole new world.
(not really, because it's nothing too new.)
face all weird, texture's off,
fingers tingling and feet are numb
from curling up all night in one unmoving position.
what an odd thing, wishing to numb the pain with yet another drink and knowing if you do it won't fix nothin' in your brain.
but at least you might forget all the things inside your head.
Dante's smile, year from hell, spent too deep and trying not to yell out from the depth
because the sea of trials never could end well,
so why persist, why fight the swell?
it pushes deeper your denial.
waking up drunk with chores to do? what else is new?
this whole new world is odd because
the the world that lives inside my head and
in my dreams when I'm in bed
is different altogether, I am better,
with a job that doesn't suck the life out of my soul
and the energy to pull myself together
to work towards something better
without the constant heartbreak and the
stress of wond'ring
just how many desks
I would have to push against my classroom door to
keep a gunman coming through,
when rounds sound not far off
and my kids tell me they heard shots
and saw the lights and passing cops
that cut right through the dead of night,
hurting sleep and hurting life.
once again, their words will shake me
try to hide the way they break me
from their eyes, I say my line,
"That's so scary, are you okay?
Do you want to talk about it?"
They shake their heads and run away,
back to play and talk and chat
with classmates never knowing that
this world we're in is so beyond
what life should be; dystopian.
i can't imagine living a life where that won't weigh upon my mind.
but in my dream i saw it, and you,
pushing me to get out now,
this brand new world i wake up to is nothing new, it just feels too crazy
to be real.
so i will wake up drunk again for weekends to come
until I'm done and the kids i love are
safely in the hands of another.
waking up drunk is the only way that i can stand
to go into my work again,
"do it all for the kids,
remember why you started"
but my love for them keeping me
cannot be
the cause of my self-harming by remaining in this system that is killing me,
not slowly but with rapid and increasing speed.
waking up drunk on a Saturday, Sunday,
means I got a glimpse of what it's like to forget.
and I will go to work on Monday.