This is one I just wrote documenting a struggle I went through. It’s pretty straightforward, but if you do not know me, you won’t know some of the poem. Regardless, enjoy! (I formally wrote poems under the name of Demetrias Park, and I wanted to go with my real name…well, almost, as it is not quite my government name.)
BINGE
Leave me alone…Let me hurt the ones I loveI’ve crumpled up your blueprint sent to the world from aboveLeave me alone…Let me binge, while I enjoy my miseryand watch my loved ones cringeBecause it’s no mysteryI’m not who I used to beI’m no longer the boy with the big dreamsHope you get used to meI will not change my waysI’m leaving my mindMaybe I’ll find it in 30 daysWhy should I every confide in you?Even though I really don’t have a clue?
You watched me lie on the side of the streetOn the 4th of JulyI was an American waste in defeatAll I saw was red, white, and blueWho said, they would give me a numberIf this is what you continued to doThought this was all a dream
It’s near noon
Hungover, my head’s hung lowThe real world’s problems will reappear soon
Every other night, I blacked out to drown out my depressionI made a few victims to my unchecked aggressionI drove away my best friendHer final goodbye was a concept I had to apprehend I’m about to lose anotherOne who is pretty much my brotherI’m embarrassing myself, I’m brought tears to my motherEverytime I made her cry, she made me laugh
How you treat your mother is how you treat your better halfI didn’t believe it, even though I showed her 101 ways out the doorI still don’t even know what for…These revelations are grabbing me before I hit the corner storeFor day 31, like most politicians, it’s more of the same Gained my political experience from telling all these liesAll it did was prolong the broken hearts and teary eyesUntil the boy with big dreams told the world he’s ready to compromise…
These past five years and 30 daysI promise was just a phaseIt took a dozen chancesA few close callsA thousand slips and fallsA time away from myselfI re-opened my heartFilled it up with new inner wealthI’m nowhere near perfectCrawling is better than fallingI thank you that I still have my mind and my healthBecause that’s all I hadLost almost everything, and I’m glad
Copyright 2012 – Matt Bible
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