Transcendental Sonnet #323:
Another Letter from California

Hey baby-girl what's up it's just your old Steven
I'm just hanging on trying to keep it even
By the skin of my teeth I'm trying to survive
This Christmas thing and trying to emerge alive
Damn but I'm having a bloody hell of a time
I guess I'd go completely mad without my rhyme

I'm drinking way too much vodka and I'm concerned
It has as many calories as I have learned
I suppose I should just take those Valium pills
Prescribed for me three times a day against all ills
But they make me go to sleep and have bad nightmares
About the past about which no one really cares
Except for me except for you my fantasy
Silke beautiful angel of my ecstasy

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIII, MMIV

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Vodka, calories, nightmares of the past... the struggles we have to face are overwhelming at times. You turned them into a wonderful sonnet which I can realte to and I am sure others can as well.

Keep writing and hang in here!

Love,
Dara