Driving home
with 7 inebriated
at 2:30 in the morning
makes me question
what I am there for
As a man who does not
drink. smoke. do drugs.
curse
I am no more than no one
in this band of drunks
seeing how their night ends
I wonder why I was even there
more so why I even cared
to even bring them home
as it pains me to say that
it hurts to see them
break. crush. suffer.
from whatever escape
they tried to pull
I wondered why
I am like this
a man who cared
for people who never did