Unseen

I have woken unwanted from medicated slumber.

My nightmares still cling to me like newborn babes.

The air of winter cold attacks me with unseen arms.

A new monster born to the wolves.

Did I indulge in whiskey's golden warm embrace, voraciously sucking at her glass breast?

Now I pay the price with an empty wallet and a violent galactic hangover.

if these walls could talk, I would listen to their melancholy remembrances.

How he danced with the devil again but somehow remains.

trapped between medicated happiness and the unseen.

Stuart isalittlebroken Johns