Empty Soul
an empty bottle in my hand look what ive become
addicted to feeling this way my lonely addiction has won
not yet day light and i still look for more
searching endlessly for lost money, gazing at the floor
to buy me what i need because that is all that matters
drink has took over me my life is now in shatters
still i cant fight it, its all that is on my mind
this is now my life, looking until i find
i end up sitting in the gutter smelling rotten on my own
i wish someone could fix me and take me to place called home
but i am just a shadow in the darkest clouds who the kids like to tease
they laugh when they see me staggering, falling to my knees
in my head is numbness all the pain is blocked out
but when im sober it trys to crawl back in and im scared without a doubt
look what i have thrown away, a family a job a home
now its just me and my drink, walking the streets alone
maybe one day ill wake up and it may all be a dream
but for now all i can do is carry on, searching for what i need
Copyright © Dominique Ryan | Year Posted 2016
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