Can you pour me a shot? Good, now pour me another. Pour me one for my father who died, and one for my mother. Pour me one for this life that I live and for this future I waste. For I drink now for the future and not for the taste.
Drown my sorrows in bourbon, leave them all at the bar. Drown my pains in brandy as I walk to the car. Drown my sorrows in vodka, as I turn this key; Drown my regret in tequila, as they try to revive me. Drown my face in these tears, as I'm left wondering how; to tell my family I'll change when I've just taken a life.
Close this cell door in my face. I'm drawing marks on the wall. I'm counting down to parole, if I make it at all. I'm serving three life sentences, with no life left. But much like those three innocent people i'd rather have death.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
This poem was written from the thoughts of an alcoholic. I wrote this poem to verbalies the fears associated with drinking and driving.
If this epitimizes the regret of such an act then a lesson to be learned before making such a mistake. Drinking and driving is just a foolish thing to ever do. Thanks for the reminder.
A reminder to all. You don't have to be an alcoholic to get in a car after a drink and take a life. Don't drink and drive. Your poem was so full of meaning. Thank you for sharing it
I appreciate all of those comments. Though I've never had a personal account with this, I have been guilty of such an act. This poem serves as a reminder for me as well. Thanks again for the feed back.
Hi, urfav5, Few people think they are really drunk when they get behind the wheel. Too often, by the time they realize it, it's too late for them and their other victims. Such waste of life is brought to light by your poem. Thank you for sharing.
There was a monk at a monastry in Bulgaria about two hundred years ago who spend years carving a wooden crucifix. Some of the figures on it are so tiny- you'd need a magnifying glass to really appreciate them.
At the end, he went blind- from working in the semi-darkness of his cell, by candlelight...
He explained to a visitor that it takes a certain amount of suffering to reach perfection.
That's what your poem reminds me of...
moonlight31manama, Manama BahrainFeb 21, 2011
wonderful and full of meanings
Freckles123Liverpool, Merseyside, England UKFeb 21, 2011
Very nice write Rodger, stark, but so true, thanks for sharing.. Freckles
KatfightAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaFeb 22, 2011
This is an excellent poem. It sends such a strong message.
SUMMIT09DALLAS, Texas USAFeb 22, 2011
very good write putting the thoughts to paper and putting it out here. hoping it might turn on life around and save others
Comments (18)
a lesson to be learned before making such a mistake.
Drinking and driving is just a foolish thing to ever do.
Thanks for the reminder.
This is a stark and sobering write - no pun intended - A car in the hands of a drunk can be just as lethal as a gun in the hands of a murderer.
A good write
regards
Fellsman
Few people think they are really drunk when they get behind the wheel. Too often, by the time they realize it, it's too late for them and their other victims. Such waste of life is brought to light by your poem. Thank you for sharing.
Some of the figures on it are so tiny- you'd need a magnifying glass to really appreciate them.
At the end, he went blind- from working in the semi-darkness of his cell, by candlelight...
He explained to a visitor that it takes a certain amount of suffering to reach perfection.
That's what your poem reminds me of...
Freckles