who i am

[Stories for Boys]

fog settles over the hills
into the holes
into my soul
eating away everyday
until it's gone
flowing through my veins
makes me limp til i'm lame
cut it with a knife
it will split
here i sit
alone again, with it eating me
it hungers for happiness
takes mine nonetheless
and i confess
i need it
something to blame
to keep me sane
to recognize who i am
because it's my life
my strife
so bittersweet
it tastes sour and yet
i always come back
for one more shot
of ironic pleasure
with it i measure who i am
the cloud with a silver lining.

 

[adamswildhoney]

here i sit
alone again, with it eating me
it hungers for happiness
takes mine nonetheless
and i confess
i need it
something to blame
to keep me sane
to recognize who i am

I like this poem and this part is really good!