How can that be?

Well I have never really slept that soundly

But now I run from the dreams approaching

I can’t help but think how much inebriation helped me

Still I would awake to the same damn thing

It all leaves me questioning what is best for me

Crashing and burning in the insane wreckage left behind by me

Or dying broken and bleeding

 

A good captain goes down with his ship you know

Could this be the best thing for me?

Going out nice and slow

Watch the whole thing sink

Because I know I’m a broken soul

 

Or burn out in a bloody mess

Seething and angry

Saying I’m only doing my best        

Feeding off this worthless rage

A gory horrible stain left in my place

I have built my way out of a bottle

Ran in fear of a needle

 Left in its wake a nightmare dreaming or awake

Why can’t I find the right place for my life to lay?

In the end it all seems a shame 

 

A disease is what they call it

But then I’m told I’ll be ok

That part of my life is over now

How can that be if it’s never going away? 

Reviews

[Amanda J. S.]

Really sad poem... I love the last stanza.
"A disease is what they call it, but then I'm told I'll be ok. That part of my life is over now. How can that be if it's never going away?" Bravo!

[tamsin]

I'm not sure what to day about this other than it is really beautiful, with an odd sort of shift in tone, and discription. Basically it's great.

[Kelsey]

I love the ending of this. The whole thing really has a strange, yet beautiful, flow. It's a piece of its own, I'm eager to see how it fits in with the book. Wonderful job.

[James William Dyer]

This is a topic very close to my heart, so I sympathize, and I enjoyed this poem. Your emotion and voice comes across clear. My criticisms would be that the last stanza is too blunt and that subtlety would work better her, and there is so much valid emotion throughout the entire poem that I feel you should find a moment, a single solitary moment when you felt this way, and describe something in the setting that implies these things, interjecting raw thoughts here and there so that they cut more deeply. A good read, and by the way, it is usually true that addictions and anguish feed creativity.