I love alcohol because I hate me.
...
Well, maybe
I'm exaggerating just a little
but I'm tipsy so don't blame me.
I don't have a problem,
but I'm also in denial.
I like to load the revolver
and take shots like I'm suicidal.
Bullet proof vests don't help
when you take them straight
to the head.
But I only like to do it
when my insides are dead.
I serve a life sentence
when I work my nine to five.
But when the liquor bails me out
I'm finally free to be alive.
I'm free to be me
and free to think that I'm great.
But when I wake up tomorrow
I'll see that that's a mistake.
Because when I open my eyes
I remember that I hate me.
...
Wait,
where was I going with this?
I'm drunk so don't blame me.
A deplorable train of thoughts of a drunk well depicted in the poem. A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A nice one indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there.....Often. Thanks for sharing, King Peace