I start at the bar that almost finished me off more than several times.
I’m a goldfish swimming against the current in this toilet bowl flush of a city.
I’m attempting to understand my reasons
For making this journey back to doom,
Maybe just to get some closure
And say farewell politely and properly.
vodka redbull and a straw is what I demand,
Soothing liquor to quiet my demons
If only just for the time being.