Broken Poem by Jordan Antrim
Broken
When I had awaken
from my drunken slumber
I felt much dumber.
As I looked at my finger
that looked like it had been sent though a ringer
all I could think was I couldn't sink
anymore and needed to think
things over
Now that I was sober.
I thought about all the things
I had done and there meanings
they had for me in reminding me
of how stupid I was being in the glee
of my moment of stupidity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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