Stepped on
and kicked to the curb.
I try to explain
with one single verb.
I sit and I wonder,
and try as I might.
It's another uphill battle
and I'm losing the fight.
I drink and smoke
trying to clear my mind.
Everything gets cloudy
and harder to find.
I decide to go on
with a slit on my wrist.
My knuckles turn white
and so tightens my fist.
I want to call out,
get rid of my past.
But my mind keeps repeating
'remain steadfast'.
I pace 'round the room
my stomach in knots.
Getting impatient
I do another shot.
I finally have it,
so before I forget.
I write down one word,
and that word is regret.
Hey I really like this poem. It reminded me of another poem. Resume Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live. - Dorothy Parker
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully written. Heart wrenching and honest, bit what I like most is the ending and its meaning. Another excellent poem, Jules – stay strong.