I Drink to Forget Why I'm Drinking
It may take months. Hell, maybe even years. But one day I will beat this. One day I will be able to smile and know that I'll be okay. Till then I will continue to smoke and drink. My lungs filling with smoke. My liver drowning in alcohol.The days pass by
As I lay in the middle of the road
With a bottle of rum spilling out beside me
Hoping
Praying
That someone will drive by
And ask me, "son, what the hell are you waiting for?"
I'll think for a moment
"I have no clue"
I'm drunk
I'm empty
I'm numb
He'll tell me,
"You know, most men will drink in the company of others. To have fun. The saddest man is the man who drinks alone. Why do you drink alone, son?"
With a tear in my eye
Confidence my throat
I reply, "I drink to forget why I'm drinking."
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