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Too Damn Drunk To Play

I fell into a bottle Four Presidents ago looking for the hidden song Just before a show Once I thought I found it I was in about half way When I took the stage I found out I was far too drunk to play Every bottle has a song somewhere deep inside I haven't found one yet though but, damn...i know I've tried Each line upon my weary face And scar upon my fingers is the end result of searching for the song that always lingers If it isn't in one bottle in the next it may be there so for now, i'll just keep searching for the song that isn't there there's songs in other places too too dark for me to go some find songs inside a needle those aren't songs I want to know I come by my songs honestly my scars show I've looked deep But, when I'm almost there and see it That's kinda when I fall asleep when I'm sober, I can't find them once I'm drinking, then I hear The song calling from a bottle I'm like an alcoholic seer I know I'll find the right one And it just may be today I only hope I find it Before I'm too damn drunk to play I only hope I find it Before I'm too damn drunk to play

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Date: 4/25/2018 8:52:00 PM
I understand the melancholy. Its cleverly put together. It must have been tricky .
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Roger Turner
Date: 4/25/2018 10:22:00 PM
thanks again Jannie. clever? me? ha. I have a wife who would argue that point most days. lol

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