Fallen Angel

Buffalo, Wyoming

I have fallen

Once again

From your grace

 

I chased the pills

With alcohol

And a couple lines

 

With each pill

It ate away

Part of my conscience

 

With each drink

It washed away

Part of my soul

 

And now I don't

Give a damn

How badly I hurt you

 

And now I don't

Know how to act

Like I am wrong

 

But somewhere, here

Inside these words

I still am alive

 

Outside the paper

I am numb

And heartless

 

Please Lord

Help me again

Don't let my pen run dry.

 

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

i like this its raw and true and down to earth no bull s**t so to speak
keep writing
even Jesus drank wine and his disciples
I drink wine
ok
dont beat yourself up
like your poem
love yourself ok x

[Wolfwind Words]

I'm sure that the Lord has lots of ink. But even he runs out, there's lot of us poets that have gallons to spare! :)
Tough times in this poem. Written from the soul of experience and tells it like it feels. May the ink continue to run for ya.

Wolfie

[The Viking]

It appears this is told through the eyes of a relapsing drug user trying so hard to help herself, but fell back into the substances again. This poem is her escape from that world because she, the angel, fell right back into the drug induced hell of addiction again. It appears that the pen, or her poems, her written words, would be her lifeline with which she could help herself back out.