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Final Disaster
by Lydian BeckYou pick up the broken glass off the floor
And put me into bed
Another night of checking vitals
To see if I'm alive or dead
It's been like this for nearly 7 months now
But it feels like an eternity
How I've managed to stay afloat this long
Is credited to my own dead sea
Fall colors fade and drain from everything
Except those blood shot eyes
I squint at the mirror searching for my reflection
A figure I can't seem to recognize
You can't even remember what it was like before
And wonder if there's even an after
The weather's graying along with my lips
Winter brings with it my final disaster
Stumbling through bars and crashing cars
I don't think I'll ever learn
You ask if there's anything left to ruin
Oh I can always find something to burn 11/07/2012 Posted on 11/07/2012
Copyright © 2026 Lydian Beck
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/09/12 at 11:22 PM Another "wow"! Nice tight rhyme going on here. I like the broken glass, how you tie yourself to the changing seasons with fading and graying of your lips, and that last line that just keeps this going and giving. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/12/12 at 09:58 PM Good writing. Sounds like an alcohoic who has hit or about to hit rock bottom. As someone who's been there, I can strongly relate to the clear message here. As I've often said, once you hit bottom, there's only one way to go, and that's straight to the top. Good luck. :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/20/12 at 05:20 PM so much beauty and truth here. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/11/14 at 01:54 AM Congrats on having this poem get to POTD Lydian. And well worth a second reading. |
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