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Mar 2011
I bet myself last night
Not to take a bite
Of a life I used to live
I couldn't believe
That all this time
My mind had been so fried
Away and left for dead
In the alley and in the bed
Instead of sauntering off into another fateful night
I stayed nowhere and rested
Bombs of babbling bums couldn't hold me
I was released into an ether
Which I did not recognize
A current of crisis fell over me
Enveloped me
And I am still not sure it has let me go
There are moments when I think back
Look back
But do not step back
Even-though I have done that in the past
There are a million ways to die in this world
I'm looking for the millionth one
Written by
Mitchell
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