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Jan 2015
I'm coming down
Crashing hard
Need a fix fast
So this feeling won't last
The sweats already started
My hands starting to shake
Has this ritual become my fate?
I struggle to the car
Vision getting blurry
I shouldn't be driving, but I'm in such a hurry
I see the liquor store a few feet away
I stagger inside
Get enough for the day
A few shots to go
For the ride home
I don't want to share
I want to be alone
Alone with my lover
A bottle of wine
After a few chugs, I start feeling fine
What day is it? I have no idea nor do I care
I laugh to myself, I'm already impaired
GailForceWinds
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GailForceWinds  Montville, NJ
(Montville, NJ)   
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