Mar Met

Wine - Poem by Mar Met

Have you ever thought about why you are here
On this planet solitude
When you've drunk too much beer
You can sometimes get so rude
Not seeing the beauty around you but choosing cheap wine instead
Not going to sleep, not going to bed
Sitting in the kitchen with your hand on your head
Drunk, so drunk, not seeing the beauty in the world around you
Why do you do it, why can't you see, all you are doing is losing me
But you do not care, your cold icy stare, the anger it flares when you drink that cold wine

Now you are dead, your liver went to bed, way before you and then you lay there
In the hospital bed, looking so pale, looking so dead, you didn't care but for the wine
Now there's just me, the last of the gang, no family left to see what has become of me
Wine, yes that's important imbibe just some more, don't give a damn, just slam the door
Now you're in bed, next to the dead in a cold room no more wine

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, death, family, wine

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016

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