If I Get My Demons Drunk

Repeating sins of the past is like

One more drink at last call

After crawling out of the bathroom stall

And no one to drive you home.

But there can be an unexplainable comfort

In relieving the mistakes of the past

With vision that is blurry enough

To give the truth a second look.

So I will raise a glass

And make a toast to

Those moments of weakness

That has the strength of 100 proof,

For if I can get my demons drunk

My soul will forever remain

A hangover the underworld

Would soon forget.

Reviews

[DIVYA]

A great poem full of humor and very clever reasoning.But please take care of yourself!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you hon... you take care of yourself too