Two Drinks
If you love me, I don’t feel it
one kiss does not seal it
I’m on my way without delay.
Only two drinks away.
Two drinks and I’ll be done.
These days are not much fun.
I remember we had a good run
but now I’m on my way.
Two drinks away,
I’m on my way
to circling the drain in the morgue.
I am really tore up
from the ground up.
I can’t find my path
from this alcohol bath.
Too many days
in a drunken haze.
Too many nights grieving
soon I’ll be leaving.
Two drinks are down
and now I drown,
circling the drain in the morgue.
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.
