Oblivion

Another pour

another night,

perhaps I should

perhaps I could,

plunge into depths unknown

obscure my vision, drown,

but I will not.

For I am a

miserable

son of a saint

and cannot bring myself

to completely undue

the good she made,

hope buried deep.

Somewhere inside

she shines in me.

© Jasper A. Flintsmith 2021

#poetry #newpoetry #addiction #depression #parents #love #hope