Drunken Misery

That spot up on the ceiling Circles in a Jack Daniels inspired dance That warm wetness I am feeling Indicates I wet my pants The digital numbers on the clock Are too blurry for me to see I get intoxicated every night Ever since my wife left me She didn’t leave me for another man Or to set out on her own Her cloths still hang in the bedroom closet Her voice answers the machine on the phone The bartender now knows my name Ever since that fretful night When the last time she closed her eyes And gave up the cancerous fight She was always the strong one That the kids could rely on If one of us was to leave too soon I was supposed to be the one I prayed to the gods above To let me take her place A world without her in it Is something I cannot face I know she would not be proud of me This drunkard I’ve become But without her standing by my side My world has come undone That spot continues to circle And on it I try to concentrate So perhaps for just one minute I can forget this life I hate NOTE: This poem is pure fiction. I don't know how this found a place in my head, it was just there when I went looking for a poem. Now, I must go find a more uplifting and happy poem to counteract this downer.