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Dec 2011
Dark memories forged into my mind
There are many of my kind
So don't pretend I'm the only one
That lives under the sun

Can you think of a way to leave
Can you think of a way to believe

I try and try to get clean
Just to undo the undone
And spoil all your fun

I'm afraid I don't get what you mean
I just have dark memories that are black
I have no hope of ever getting them back

This life has me question the work of above
It has be doubting a thing called love
I am cold and dead inside
And I can no longer live in the dark and hide

I will come out to see the light
And no longer dwell at night

I try and try to get clean
Just to undo the undone
And spoil all our fun

I need to return to my queen
Tell her that I'm sober
Which is worse then being hungover

I cannot dwell on what was
Well just, just because
I have been home to long
Is having one drink oh so wrong

Seeing your face makes me stop and see
This is not who I want to be
Going away from the bar
Getting very very far

I try and try to get clean
Just to undo the undone
And spoil all your fun

Here I stand with a broken bottle
Living life at full throttle
Can't apply brakes its to late for that
Copyright; Bret Desrochers

This is about my current struggle, people say I have a problem but I don't know.
Bret Desrochers
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