The Addict

The answers lie, mixed,
in the sediment that defines
a finely aged wine,
the cool reflection
on the glass bottle

distorts

enough to make a distorted

reality

appear a normality.

More clarity appears
in your hours of freedom
which unlock the prisoner
from conformity and chains of
cold feeling.

Bells ring outside to warn
of mis-guided
open-minded thinking.

Red eyes, shaking fingers,
clear, but foggy thoughts.

Was that one moment of clarity
worth the hours
of tomorrows' energy?