Under The Influence Poem by Andreas Classen

Under The Influence



This situation

makes me feel

fucked up.

Tonight and again

want to feel life -

feel death.

Shit.


Go for it - die for it.

Cry for any shit.

Alcohol

numbs it all.

All that shit

don't feel it.

Alright,

no fright

tonight

-

but tomorrow it's all gonna be back.

Friday, March 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: alcohol
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