The Alcoholic Pit Poem by Phil Soar

I woke in the depth of a bottomless pit
Clinging to life by a thread
I wondered how long I could cling on to it
Before I let go and was dead
The strength in my body was ebbing away
I'd fallen the previous night
To much enjoyment from drinking all day
And all of my senses took flight
This all had a positive impact on me
I swore I would stop all the drinking
And then I let go and I felt I was free
But I'm dead, so what had I been thinking?