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Jul 2021
pass me a drink, im too anxious to sink in this social setting.

give me a drink, I'm twenty one with twenty one mistakes to make.

I'll only have a couple drinks,
enough to drive home. it's only down the street.

i want to drink, push these feelings far
away from me, for a moment I'll feel

free.

i need to drink, my throat will paint this comfy ditch of things I didnt mean

i cant stop drinking, holding a thousand angels on my ***** wings, fighting my course of destruction and replacing my actions with false apologies.

i dont want to drink, my life is my own   and beautifully alone, counting the hours that my drinking is done.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
61
   Bogdan Dragos and Angie
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