Gin & Cranberry

     Gin & cranberry.
Oh my, I fail to see a dream,
that you possess.
One that you clutch,
and caress.
Alcohol and drugs
are fancy friends of mine.
I'm burning out,
the candles waning.
Something I do very willingly,
to wander around smiling.

P.s. I wrote this in a depressive cycle.
(6-10-10)