for the confusion of life


My Bartender

I slip in and out
of this
unrecognizable skin
Lost, empty
I try smiling
at those around me
a mask, plastic
My life is battery operated
no decision needed
no choices left
Run until you run out
I need a drink
My spirit is locked away
jail
a cell built by my own actions
I crave optimism
just once I want to hold a drink
half full
but lady luck
is never my bartender...



Poetry by Randi Jung
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 16:31

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