The Self Medicated

We have survived
A five
To ten minute death
Several times a day
For more years
Than we care to admit
Or recall
And still we dangle
From the conviction
Resistance
Is the key to victory

Believing we can win
This silent war
Is more dangerous
Than hoping for
Sunday morning basketball
Epic conversation
In pint glasses
And smoke filled bars
Or lazy evenings
Floating rivers

This might amount to
Accepting defeat
And may be
No less cliche' than
Sympathy hungry poets
Acting above it all
But one thing
Is certain

It is easier this way