Drunk.

January 20, 2018

Drunk and confused
I’ve got the Tuesday blues
Not a care for me in the world.
My head spins slow
As I throw back another
Thinking there’s a better life
But every time I stop
Look hard in the mirror
And see myself drunkenly
Staring back
I realize too late
That I still do hate
The man that sits and smiles
The reflective glass
Never seems to pass
Just showing me what I’ve become
Whenever I gaze
Deep in those eyes
I become enamored
In all the lies
I’ve told so many
That I can’t recall
What truth really ought to be.
I am afraid
The day I could be saved
Left me by the wayside.
Now I sit and drink
And try not to think
About how bad I messed up this life.

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