bottom of a bottle
by Ernest A Miller
Spinning faster now
Cannot find the ground
Is it up or down?
My feet aren't touching
The spin continues
Capturing you completely
Don't open your eyes
This ride you are on isn't over
The hangover isn't here yet
O good, you've found the ground
Your blood is slowly leaking
Across its comforting stability
From smashing your forehead to it
The spinning slows and only the thump
Thump, thump of your headache remains
Buried in your blackout my hearts break goes unnoticed...
Posted on 07/24/2004
Copyright © 2022 Ernest A Miller
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/24/04 at 09:08 PM|
Very good descriptive poem. Thank you for a reminder of what I haven't had to deal with in nearly 27 years. Are the spelling mistakes intentional, if so, they work well here to show the confusing state of mind.