I know it is in there

I know it is in there

I can hear it

At night

In the dark

When I’m alone

And forced to listen

The voice an insistent whisper

Addictively alluring

But it is painful

To be wretched

My head aches

With the effort it takes

To drown it out,

In need of an anchor.

Plaintive and demanding,

It would be too easy

To follow a siren song

Onto the rocks,

Am I flawed

Or is it just human

To pull away.

Alcohol has a way of softening

The forlorn

Into the wistful

Until the heart-broken

Is too woeful to ignore.

I welcome it

Enveloped together

Outside time

Waiting for splendour

Shadowed in a blanket

Of ambiguity

Waiting for melancholy

To open its arms

And let me in