Peaked and weak.
Flushed and Bleak.
Parched and dry.
Whiskey and rye.

A feeling we know.
A feeling so low.
The next day we met.
Shame and regret.

But we can stand tall.
We will not fall.
A sober life we live.
A sober life we give.

Together we meet.
A solemn retreat.
No one will judge.
Onward we trudge.


A.Emmi 04/17/18

Slipping between the cracks.
Weaving between the racks.
Sliding up the walls.
Floating through the halls.

Mind bends warped and bound.
hearing every single sound.
Eyes focused squinting stare.
Sitting here in the bare.

Living breathing flesh indeed.
Thinking knowing cut and bleed.
Planting digging nurturing seed.
Money gold mankind greed.

Following flowing going with.
Crowds shifting politics myth.
Leaders leading minions bow.
Everyone wanting now.


A.Emmi 05/01/18