Wasted each day, wasting away
Lying around feeling like trash,
A crumpled scrunched-up first-draft
That never found its path
to the waste-paper basket.
A basket case: I faced my mistakes
In A & E, in apologies, in therapy.
Drinking stops me chasing my destiny,
I was living life so unfulfilled,
each sip sapped my creativity.
As the glasses over-spilled,
The ink-well dried unequivocally.
All inspiration was killed,
I'm ready to come home to me.
I'm going to build and rebuild
to become the person I'm meant to be.