Paul Warren Poet Ballad

Just a Drunk

There’s a steady drum beat in my head
That doesn't stop until I wish I was dead
He told me this through crying eyes
And I could see that he couldn’t get by

For sometimes it all comes to a head
When life turns on a dime instead
Those who once love him was lost
And all that’s left is counting the cost.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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