Wishing

Poem about a man.

Lonely nights drinking 

Everyday's a weakling 

He drops the bottles to the floor 

He's already tired of living 

Acquisitions with his fiancée 

And his daughter Lindy 

He crashes the car 

And a few more bottles of whiskey 

He's wishing, tormenting every minute 

He takes the picture and burns it 

With his family portrait hanging 

He gives himself some double slapping 

He's a judge in questioning 

A criminal in a jail cell 

He's a felon in prison 

And this time he's just wishing 

Author's Note

A quick work, hope y'all like it!

Reviews

[Jason Dyer]

Sounds like poor choices abound. This poem seems so final with grim certainty...