Too Many

too many nights

spent black out drunk

too many days

left in a funk


too many years

spent wondering why

too many tears

will never dry


flip back through the pages

and I shake my head

ignored all the sages

I’ve made my own bed


and now I lay dying

for something that’s real

my heart has grown cold

I no longer feel


I lay here, I’m crying

these chapters foretold

theres no use in trying

I’ve grown far too old


my grey hair is thinning

this body’s in pain

the demons are winning

they’ll never be slain


the bottles near empty

and so is my tank

for this I have only

my own self to thank


this page is now ending

this chapter is too

with scribbles on paper

this book is now through



About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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