July

When I looked out far to sea,

The ground was moving too fast for me.

Little red dots crawling to and fro,

I whispered to them softly, “I have to go.”

 

I watched the sun setting down below,

And observed the clouds turning a pinkish glow.

I wish I could stay here forever,

Living here, my heart would endeavour.

 

I stumble down the face of a hill,

Wanting to seek immediate thrill.

But when your face looms at me once more,

Alas, once again I’m an inebriated w***e.

 

You reek of stale smoke and alcohol drink,

It’s no wonder you lost your ability to think.

Both of us sit in a drunken stupor,

I don’t think I can bear this anymore.

 

The next morning I wake, you are completely passed out,

I look down on you with a sense of sore doubt.

Your innocence sadly I can no longer defend,

Perhaps this should all just come to an end.

 

 

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Your first go, and it was wonderfully done. Lovely poem.

[Seshat Nidaba]

This was both entertaining and poetic, I couldn't have asked for a better start or ending.

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Very rhymatic, nicely done. Love the emotions in this.