Esme

Tunes jingle and ping, my insides screech, I need another drink, between home and missing you, help me to say, what I need to do, your face tear sprinkled, lemon blue by the sea, turns into my shrink, I’ll kill the truth, with my own conceit, a conscience in ruins, let others think, so eager to squeeze, memories, a sous chef king, they echo my blues, a coward's retreat, no dreams to rue, but if there's a chink, of light scattered easy, I’ll be off in a blink, when released.