Description: This poem is an attempt at something new, both in not talking about something happening at present, and in format.
It's talking about the way I felt a few years ago, before I ever moved to texas. I got really loaded one night with some friends, and around some people who weren't. We were talking about some pretty depressing stuff and i just lost it.
We all fall down -------------------------------------------
I sat there with a pistol in my mouth,
eyes glazed, drunker than I've ever been.
I remember I was so hateful at that moment;
If I hadn't fallen, someone would have died.
Probably me.
I always swore if I had gotten to that point,
I would know it was time to stop.
For some reason, I kept making excuses;
I needed that explosion to happen.
I get guilty when I drink too hard.
I think about all the terrible things I've done,
how horrible a state I'm in.
I look to my drinking as a crutch,
and I swear this time I'll stop for good.
I never stopped hating myself.
I always place the blame of everything,
solely upon my stupidity. In hindsight,
If I'd have done this or not done that,
things would be so much different today.
Ah. The world seems to be full of sad stories. I'm glad that you can share, and I hope that you are better now, and that writing helps. Peace and inspiration!
your poem was good couldve been more descriptive in word choice good choice of words good theme it caught my attention and made me read more.youre awesome dude keep up the good write
Submission Name: We all fall down
