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” 
..............................!?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Talbot Avatar
October 15, 2017 at 10:53 PM
Please let this be fiction, so sad, I've lost friends to various addictions, not because of them directly, as in O.D'ing, no, rope, glass, and jumping, heartbreaking. Your poetic tale is so well composed a great poetic talent.
Raney Avatar
October 16, 2017 at 1:35 AM
Yes this is not true nor did it happen to me, I wasn't even drinking at the time, I was just really depressed! And thank you for the comment
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace