Category "Poems"
February 16, 2005
Drunk Man's Words...
How can it seem so simple,
Living that is.
People do it everyday,
Every hour,
Every minute.
They never think,
How simple it is,
Until it’s not anymore,
How can it seem so simple,
Living that is.
People do it everyday,
Every hour,
Every minute.
They never think,
How simple it is,
Until it’s not anymore,
Until the only way you can escape,
Is by being someone else.
So you drink a little,
And smoke a little,
And it numbs you.
But soon being numb isn’t enough,
So you drink a little more,
Smoke a little more.
And soon you don’t think,
Not because you don’t want to,
But because you can’t.
Your body is no longer yours,
You sway because you have to,
The world is spinning,
And you must spin with it.
And for awhile it all seems okay,
Everything is easy.
What you want,
you can have,
And what once was confusing,
Suddenly seems clear as glass.
You know what you want,
And for that time you have it,
It’s yours and there are no consequences.
But then,
As all things tend to do,
The high ends.
If you’re lucky,
You end up right back where you were,
If you’re not,
Your life just got that much harder.
So you think for awhile,
But it seems so hard.
Suddenly you care,
Not about yourself,
But about him,
About her.
It doesn’t matter how good it felt,
How tightly you held to one another,
How you wished to stay there forever
The words,
The promises,
become shallow,
As you realize the state in which they were uttered.
And it’s too hard all over again.
So you pick up that shot glass,
Fill it to the top,
And cringe as the sharp liquid,
Runs down your throat.
It burns beautifully,
Because you know that soon,
it won’t be so hard.
The joint is passed your way,
You breathe in deeply,
Begging the smoke to set you free,
Make it a little easier still.
And finally you’re back,
Things are easy again,
You’re body is free,
To do what your mind told it not to,
But your heart yearned for with each beat.
And it’s good for awhile,
Until you know,
Deep down,
That’s its not an answer,
Not a fix.
You medicate to forget,
To push it all away,
But you can’t do it forever,
Eventually you have to deal.
You have to choose a path,
There can be no turning back,
No second guessing,
It has to end one-way or the other.
So you think,
Remember,
Wonder a million “what if” s,
But no answers come.
It’s not easy,
These things never are,
Just a word of advice,
From one friend to the next-
If it’s true what they say,
-A drunk man’s words,
Are a sober mans thoughts-
Then perhaps we should,
In hard times,
When answers seem allusive,
And someone’s bound to get hurt,
Trust the drunk in all of us.
Posted by berg1511 at 9:56 PM | Comments (6) | Poems