SOBRIETY
By Erick Wilund
SOBRIETY
I got my glasses fixed this morning
The easiest wound to bandage after another fractured night
Can I ask you, have I had enough? Is it time to step away?
I can’t ask that of myself, though I think I know answer
How much of my skin and soul and sanity are to be sacrificed, before too late is too late?
Am I blind or just a fool?
Look, I’m already back for more
Erick Wilund is a writer, born and raised in New York. He writes in order to process what he is presented with, and to organize what he stores in his mind’s attic. He currently lives in the outer boroughs of New York City, amongst the trees.
