the drunk will continue on the path of denial
and accepting the truth is not their style.
they can sit at a table and drink a fifth of gin
and for them, it is no sin.
or they can go out to a bar with people all around
get blitzed and fall to the ground.
they will stutter and stammer
and say they are fine
and that all they had was a little wine.
they'll slide behind the wheel
although 'their face they don't feel'.
they'll start the car and then glance around
to make sure there are no cops to be found.
they'll shift the car into gear
of getting caught they have no fear.
at times they will start off at a slow pace
then they will proceed to race.
some will say they need the exhilaration of speed
to maintain the high they need.
some will say they need to get a 'head'.
just so they could go to bed.
no matter what excuse the drunk may think or say
with someone else's life you do not play.
the life you took when you could not see
was someone called 'me'.
you took my life while i was in my prime
'i was gone before my time'.
and that dear drunk is a crime.
Very real. Destroying oneself by drinking to excess is bad enough but to destroy others as well is simply murderous.10.
lovely.. truly lovely... not the drunks but the poetry... being drunk is also a sin.. a lil is ok.
Love the rythem in this one. A girl at work talks about her drinking nights as if like watching a good show. I really can't get the thrill of it all. Why can't they see that no one else is as hip about their drunken state as they are. Such a sad place to be. Great poem in explaining it all, very well said indeed.
it is not a game to be played on the road...very well said...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Packed with a message which unfortunately will be denied by the drunks(that's what your title says too) . Well composed.