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Alcohol...
by J. P. DaviesEyes blurred...
I reach out to hold on to the anchor
that is your body.
Hold onto me please
I'm being pulled away
the current is vast
make youself a point
of reference in my clouded night
I lost my way and drifted
make me whole
fix my rudder I can't steer
no control at all
wheee here I go
drifting away from you again
as I clutch at your body for support
hold my hand, make it all go away
cold concrete, cold grass
warm vomit, in waves
you can't help me
I did it to myself
I have to ride the waves
of my own misfortune
until the world stops turning
and I can walk again
tomorrow...
05/03/2003 Author's Note: Prom Night Yuck...
Posted on 05/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 05/04/03 at 03:55 AM i am drinking now, but i still love it! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/06/03 at 04:29 PM Poem aptly reflects the title. LOL! Been there, done that...got the T-shirt. :o) |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 06/23/03 at 02:47 AM Awww, alcohol. Gotta love it. Reading this poem I was thinking 'Hmmm, now why does this sound so familiar?' LOL. Great, loved it. |
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