Binge Of Sorrow – Author Lyne Beringer

 One toke, two tokes,

Plus two more makes it four

I cough up a heartfelt thank you

As I stumble out the door

Sounds of bursting bubbles

That were slain inside the glass

Brought on so much paranoia

I forget to stop for gas

I’m driving down the middle

Of a short but winding road

Begin to really wonder

If I’ll actually make it home

I start to feel a wee bit giddy

Blowing through the last red light

Damn I didn’t realize

It’s the middle of the night

I pull into the driveway

In one unguarded piece

Go in and look for something

That will bring me sweet release

One long pull

And it ain’t no bull

What I say is true

My head is swimming, drowning

In the memory of you

What do I do?

How do I make it stop?

I quickly check my wallet

Decide it’s time to shop

I flip through all my contacts

I’d like to score a bill

Or maybe someone somewhere

Can sell me a magic pill 

I thrash around in darkness

A zombie of the night

I somehow even manage

To give myself a fright

I take an unexpected break

To fall down by the car

Pretend it’s an outdoor living space

With a killer view of stars

Now I lay me down to sleep

It’s turned into tomorrow

I’m hoping when I finally wake

There’s no more binge of sorrow


©  Lyne Beringer


Excerpt from the book “Alaskan Vogue”

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BeFunkyPhotoAbout the Author

I never thought the word “writer” would be used to describe me and the thoughts that tumble out of my head onto paper. It’s a new me, giving away words all neatly packaged up in rhyme.

 I have lived in the interior of Alaska off and on for nearly twenty years. Alaska gets in your blood. It lures you in then takes your soul hostage, becoming part of who you are, who you become. Every summer, the days are warm, long, and inviting. Tourists descend in droves, racing toward the next adventure, and a rich, colorful history provides plenty of businesses with trinkets to sell the Alaskan nostalgia.  Anything seems possible when you are standing outside at midnight and the stars are nowhere to be found. That is until winter rolls back around.

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2 replies

  1. Thank you so much for sharing and God bless you!


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