A Different Kind of Drunk
A Poem
When I drink
The intruders they come out
For months and years they mount
Bubbling to the surface
Sometimes they make me think I’m great
Sometimes they make me feel worthless
But once I’ve had enough
They fly right off the cuff
I say too little too often
But once I’m there
It’s like I just can’t stop them
But no more
I have nothing left in store
Tired of just trying to push through
I’m through
Reached my breaking point when I lost her
I have nothing left to hold me down
Nothing left to offer but “this is me”
Accept it or leave it
I’m going to continue to be as free as I can be
Because now I’m drunk on being me
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Comments (5)
The whole butld up is wonderful, poignant and beautifully done. But that last. Brilliant! 🤍
This was very liberating and poignant. I loved it!
This whole poem is great but the ending is superb
Evocative of so much. A not so simple declaration of doing what you can when it feels like you can do no more.
"Intruders bubbling to the surface." I can relate to that. Atomic Historian, good luck with your writing career! 😌