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Jan 2011
My carcass is finally depleted
My heart has been for the last time cheated
I look back on my life with much regret

One divorce come and gone
Because we refused to get along
Nothing left but heartache and debt

In Retrospect I know that I can’t take it back
I would surely give all to regain what I lack
In my own self pity, this is low as I get

One step up and I fall three behind
Nothing to prove and not a companion to find
Just my hard earned tears and sweat

Disappointment amounts in leaps and bounds
Stony hearts built on soiled grounds
Just this whiskey to drink and a broken cigarette

I may possibly give up and let it all go
As closer to this abandoned grave I grow
The reaper comes collecting a lost bet

I’ve learned and loved and compensated the cost
I’ve been to the depths of pain when all was lost
And played my life like Russian roulette

One bullet in and five rounds spent
Borrowed too much to pay back what was lent
The emptiest soul you never met

My hands are shabby and labored to the bone
Ready to give back this life that’s on loan
An unoccupied shell of a broken silhouette
I met an old homeless man who graciously took the time to tell me how he got where he was. he said that he had given up on life becuase he felt he was a failure. He lost all of his money to gambling and lost his family as well. He told me with all honesty he was just waiting to die and the whiskey helped ease the pain in the meantime. I bought him a bottle needless to say...I guess that makes me an enabler.
Written by
Dee Thomas
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