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The Bags Under My Eyes

The Bags Under my Eyes,

They look like I’m fried…

Portraying no wisdom,

They’ve predicted I’ll die.

When I looked in the Mirror,

I thought, “It’s all good.”

While nerves, organs, demeanor

Turned to petrified wood.

Drip, drip, drip, slowly at first.

Until one sordid day after another

I realized, I had an

Unquenchable thirst.

What used to enhance, propel and

Even lighten my mood,

Now caused me to scream, ruminate

And forlornly brood.

Alone in regret, counting all my mistakes,

If this keeps up, there will be an unintended

And, very probably, unattended wake.

There’s only one thing to do,

just shut off the faucet and begin anew.

Easy to say, tough to do.

Of all the things I have accumulated

Over the years,

The most important thing to lose now

Is the “I won’t fit in” Fear.

The minimal me will be Okay.

Best efforts, no excuses,

Each Sober New Day.

-John Olander