Stumbling through the foggy haze
Lost and confused
Whisky in a bottle
Drinking to my end
The wet streets received me crashing
With all of my sins
As the rain carried us away
Tattered and torn
I laid there unnamed
Why did you save me
The shadows were taking me away
To be carried off for the night
Damned you fool for saving me
Damned all of you for this torture
Inside of me
My eyes flashed open
As water ran over me
I knew I would be damned
Terrific poem! I think one of your best (and that's saying something) . The rain should be a symbol for cleansing, but you turn it around on our hero. The rain is drowning him instead. This is a very good 'write' (I hate this saying) . I'm ready for more, Mr. Goerges!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is probably my favorite one of yours so far. Rated it a 10. I don't usually like to 'name drop' my own work, but you should check out my poem 'Veruca Assault'...I think it's somewhat in the same vein.