A handful of E's we took
24 hours later I'm looking pale
My mind is in the doldrums
No wind in my sail
If only I had the strength to be normal
Stick with only alcohol through the night
Now I'm stuck in limbo
No end in sight
In a bid of desperation, to lift the mood we tick some coke
If there's a God looking down he's playing a good fucking joke
Never again! I've had enough! No more days of partying wild
My head feels like a rubicks cube in the hands of an autistic child
But in the end who makes the choices?
I've only myself to blame
If it wasn't for the Valium I would have long gone insane
I'm going to stop writing this shit
All my poems sound the same
In reality I'm really happy, I just want to pass go and finish the game
All this might sound suicidal, but far from that I am
Just the comedown blues I'm feeling
Where the fuck's that valium?
Bad life choices lead me here
But I suppose I can't complain
I could do with something stonger to take away the pain
- Author: Syd ( Offline)
- Published: December 1st, 2017 11:39
- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of my earliest poems. I'm not like this anymore. *tick* is slang for getting things on credit.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 27
Comments1
Cheers Tepo. Yeah the Rubicks cube line has always been one of my favourites. I know what you mean as regards to filling. This is one of my oldest ones but since MPS only lets you upload one a day, I'm slowly uploading my back catalogue.
Glad you like it. Thanks for reading and leaving feedback - Syd
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