Sober

Over

sober.

I deserve to feel something different.

This is different,

isn't it?

Numbing the pain

over and over with smoke.

One more note

to feel the high at the lows.

Watching the cloud of smoke

rise so high

I don't even know

where the pain goes.

I can't tell what's wrong

from what’s right

at the beginning of the day

or end of the night.

So I spend all of my time

inside of my mind.

In and out

of laugh and cry.

Fighting visions of men,

that enter so quickly.

I can't even see them

come out on the other side.

Until the smoke clears

and so does the red in my eyes.

Giving me sight to see for a second

to feel for a moment

something sober

something different.