Drink Up, Swallow Hard, Keep It Down Poem by Seth Proch
Drink Up, Swallow Hard, Keep It Down
Force it down.
It's too late to stop now.
Much too late for that.
It's enough to make me sick.
I've fought myself back.
Beaten into submission.
Thrown caution and care to the wind.
Bloodied my subconscious.
Bruised my brain.
Dove healong into nothingness.
Embraced evil.
I fought myself and lost.
I've killed him.
He has fallen.
Who's left to claim the victory?
April 14,2007
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5/7/2024 3:18:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
fight submission. an embracing title to your piece.