Reeling

There's a man who's wondering
If he'll make it to next week
His telephone is ringing
Two years on the wagon
His life was back on track
But now he's caved
A terminal slave
To the horizontal rain
That streaks through the recesses
Of his saturated brain
A cold wind curls off the inside of his skull
As he stares at the ceiling
Senses reeling
Lost all feeling...
Just another twist of another cap
And it's a step closer to the end of being trapped
In the prison of a life dripped on
By the slow trickle of a gutter clogged
With filthy remnants
Of hopes and dreams
A life polluted by the weight of the world
A man once vibrant
With a sense of self-worth
With a sense of humor
With a sense of freedom
A man with a vision
Of a place
Where he would place
His puzzle piece
But this puzzle got left out in the rain
And pieces missing
Got soaked and frayed
So he cracks another
To drown the pain
What drives a person to this point?
Divorced and ditched
And divorced from the life of the past
Linked to addiction
Like a fucking curse
Handcuffed to a slowly sinking car
Sinking
Sinking for years
There he is on the floor
His telephone stopped ringing