these days all i look forward too is just another drink.
every weekend i wait and hope–to fill my cup and sink
into a pool of endless drift. for that bitter sweet taste of alcohol
to blur my woes away. to leave me numb, no matter how far i fall;
whether broken bones or broken feelings, i rarely give a damn.
as long as i have a cup it’ll erase all i call “i am”.
give me vodka, give me whiskey–even cheap wine will do!
as long as it’s not beer– i hate the smell, the taste too.
i wish there was an ocean–an island for me to strand
myself with no one else–maybe a loved one–on a tiny piece of land
surrounded by alcohol, to blur and fill my dreams.
but till then, ‘stead of waves to hear; all i’ll hear are silent screams.
2 comments
cool poem. creative and expressive… imagine what you could achieve if you really did give a damn
the coolest post ever.but unfortunately,i only drunk once a month or so.the best times of my life.”alcohol,the solution for every world problem”.the simpsons.