Turnt
TURNT INSIDE OUTSIDE
AND UPSIDE DOWN.
OUT OF CONTROL
SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND.
IN A WORLD OF DARKNESS
SURROUNDED BY LIGHT.
BATTLING EVIL
THROUGH OUT THE NIGHT.
OVER THE EDGE
UNABLE TO THINK.
AS HE ATTEMPTS
TO POUR MORE DRINK.
DISTILLED SPIRITS
INVADE HIS HEAD.
REFUSE TO LEAVE
UNTIL HE WAS DEAD.
ROUND AFTER ROUND
TILL THE BOTTLE WAS DONE.
ONLY THE SPIRITS
CAN SAY THAT THEY WON.
HE SITS AND PONDERS
THE QUESTION WHY.
HE RECONSIDERS
HIS METHOD TO DIE.
HE WAKES IN THE MORNING
WITH NO RECOLLECTION.
STARES DOWN RARE SPIRITS
OF VINTAGE CONNECTION.
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
