I’m Drunk
A poem

I’m getting drunker and drunker with every sip of that vodka while my heart dances with thunder, and my lungs are filling up with lava.
I don’t want to think so I try to sleep, but I can’t sleep, I’m way passed “tired”, and alcohol reaches pretty deep, deep in my brain to loosen its wires.
I know it won’t stop the suffering, I know all I have will be regret. But for once I’m drowning in something different — no tears, well a lot of them, but I’ll forget.






