When i'm at my worst
i'm drunk
When i'm at my best
i'm drunk
When i steal your woman
or when you steal mine
i'm drunk
When i wake in the morning
and lay down at night
When i say i love you
or that i hate you
i'm drunk
When i write at my best
When i write at my worst
When i write nothing at all..
i'm drunk
When i speak with God
or struggle to find him
i'm drunk
When i buy more beer
or decide to get sober
When i laugh
or when i'm gun barrell empty
When i speak to my father
When i hug my mother
When i shoot the shit with my brother
i'm drunk
When i disapear
or when i'm right there with you
When i sound my smartest
or when i can't connect the dots
When i'm mean as all Hell
When i make you feel special
When i piss on the floor
or can't find my way home
When i lose all reason
When i cling to you in the night
When the skeletons in my closet grow lonely
and when i make you nervous
or when i say enough is enough
i'm drunk
When i speak the truth
and tell you all the lies
i'm drunk
i'm drunk
And right now
no matter where you are
as the world spins
as the midnight sun
shoots a hole in the sky
well
you know the rest
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Dean F. Hardy
Writer from Dublin, Ireland.
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Comments (13)
Makes me sad somehow. But very well done, nonetheless.
Dean, this is very interesting. It makes me think of the line in the old song "I Can Dream Can't I?" "For dreams Are just like wine And I am drunk With mine" Excellent work as always!!!
Dean this poem gave me a lot of food for thought, specifically on the types of drunkenness that occur in human life. And I'm not necessarily talking about the actual booze induced drunkenness, I'm more speaking metaphorically. Like that overjoyed feeling you have when you've accomplished something to be proud of or that drained devoid of life feeling when you've suffered a great loss/ heartbreak. Generally just made me explore the idea that you can be emotionally drunk without having an ounce of liquor! Sorry if that's not where you intended this to go, I just thought I'd share where my mind went with this! Overall this was well written poem, I liked the impactful relative language and the opposing statements! It creates a confusing and yet very eye opening atmosphere for me! Great work Dean!
Nice dichotomies. It whirls. Very well written ode to? curse on? drunkenness: it's always both.
I think that little line at the end, as the world spins, somehow makes drunkenness seem inevitable in the ludicrousness of living.
Great Piece❤️🥹📝💯❗
Your poetry always fills something in me, even those that aren’t topically relevant. This one is startlingly honest and vulnerable. I feel like I’ve borne witness to something that has hidden in plain sight for a long time, beyond the words used.
I've taken this to mean so many things, drunk in the literal sense, drunk on emotion, drunk on life in general...well done on getting this one out. It felt kinda like a battle, back and forth.
I feel like my Grandfather, Peter Regis Foley, could have identified with this. And it helps me connect with him more, for all that he has been gone 50 years next month. Blessings.
I feel this is a confession. Very raw and honest
As I write this comment, I tip a beer. I'm not drunk but maybe I want to be. This was full of mixed feelings to me about a drunk state of mind. Glad you got it off your shoulders if it pertains to you.
I kept on waiting for you to reveal that you were/are drunk with love & affection for whomever you are addressing. But now I'm just sad. Which means, if you couldn't already tell, well done!
Is a drink required to read this? haha This explains and raises the questions on so many topics