Another Bottle Down
Damn my vision is getting blurry,
But I can't put down this beer,
I keep on asking myself,
Is the end of my life near,
I take another big drink,
Can't is overpowering my can,
Then I look down and notices,
My ring is missing from my hand,
The bottle I was holding becomes empty,
I need something to take my fears,
I stubble to get another one,
As my eyes begin forming tears,
Thinking about the ones I’ve lost,
My hand slowly becomes a fist,
Then I see myself in front of me,
I start to swing but missed,
I grab a bottle and throw it,
Hitting the mirror im looking at,
Glass spreads all over the floor,
I let my self fall to the mat,
I don't understand why I did this,
Mess up my wonderful life,
Now my thoughts begin to tell me,
Use a piece of glass as a knife,
So I finish the last of my beer,
And slowly pick up some glass, “
Im sorry for all the pain I caused”
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Copyright © Justin Raney | Year Posted 2017
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