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The Whiskey Talking

September 14, 2021



I loathe who I am

My wife loves me
But
I loathe who I am

My non-biological children
Love me
But
I loathe who I am

My grandchildren love me
But
I loathe who I am

My sister loves me
But
I loathe who I am

My coworkers
Appreciate me
Am quick to give a hand
But
I loathe who I am

The gov’t
Appreciates me
(Ie. Taxes)
But
I loathe who I am

The Law
Appreciates me
Because
I cause them no work

Still
I loathe me
Because

I loathe who I am

So wherein does
The problem

Lie?

Written with the help of
Beer, Brandy and Bourbon

Upon sober reflection
Nothing has changed
Except…..now I’m sober

…….. shit.


“Whiskey Sunrise”

//

I’m lost and I’m lonesome
When I look in the mirror
I don’t like the man that I see
And the more that I look,
The more it gets clearer
Pride made a fool out of me

So I drink all night
But the hurtin’ won’t stop
And every shot I take
Just turns into teardrops
And I lay down to sleep
And I pray I don’t open my eyes
To a whiskey sunrise

The cold wind blows and
The leaves start to scatter
And the rain will be comin’ on soon
And everything’s wrong and
Nothing don’t matter
And a black cloud is crossin’ the moon

So I drink all night
But the hurtin’ won’t stop
And every shot I take
Just turns into teardrops
And I lay down to sleep
And I pray I don’t open my eyes
To a whiskey sunrise”

– Chris Stapleton


It has been quite a while since I wrote this and have not nearly drank that much since.

After all, the shadows cast by shadows are very dark, from a whiskey sunrise.

“Don’t Let Me Get Me”

“Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can’t take the person starin’ back at me
I’m a hazard to myself

Don’t let me get me
I’m my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don’t wanna be my friend no more”

– Pink

Still, would rather be me, than anyone else.

Perhaps that is a start.

“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

Or glasses not
Filled with alcohol

– Angelo Devlin

From → dark, Lyrics, Paradox, random

One Comment
  1. abyss permalink

    Even without any of the alcohol it’s true for me too. Is it just a cocoon of this culture that makes us look so hard (in both senses of the word) at ourselves? Maybe time to look from somewhere else.

    Liked by 1 person

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