Poetry of a drunkard struggling to find his way in life.

I gulped with fury and anger that lived;
within me since long and my heart was filled.
Tears in eyes and hands that shake,
My past came searching and shouts it make.

Barmaids and friends that surrounded me well,
I was not able to hear anything was difficult to tell.
Glasses and toxic-ants were poured so regular,
Everyone thought that I can hold it with calibre.

As time had passed I had gone through hell,
my head swinging around and I suffered too well.
I helped myself out of the crowd,
All those horns on the way seemed too loud.

I found no bed so laid on the floor,
My thirst seemed quenched and I can have no more.
I knew too well what was coming next day,
headaches and regrets were paved on my way.

Was I drunk or sunk in sadness,
I knew too well, this was utter madness.
But time will hold me tight and save my soul,
I will wait till I find what is my goal.

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