Impaired Judgment [October 15, 2016]

Impaired Judgment [October 15, 2016]

A Poem by Dillan Courtright

Slithering like hot blood it slowly trickles
The senses annihilated, ever so fickle
It craves for you, corrupts your fevered mind
It speaks for you, leaves you tipsy and blind
 
Within this haunting nightmare you laugh
It's all just a game, frozen time to pass
This burning liquid seeps naught but lies
Poisoning you with its dense tricks and rye
 
All is a stumbling blur, you just chuckle away
As you turn the ignition, you don't think to stay
You think you're just fine, all will be okay
You're going too fast, there will be a price to pay
 
As you open your eyes, your vision is faded and cloudy
The light blinds you, people talk much too loudly
Your head pounds as they ask you hundreds of questions
You distinctly realize their hollow aggression
 
When I open my eyes I gather my surroundings
A white room filled with many people standing
With white coats, blue uniforms, an angry man scowling
They see I'm awake and rush to me smiling
 
They shake my hand, greet me with sorrow and worry
My mother crying, my father scowling with a look of fury
I realize I'm not the only one here, there's yet another
Abandoned and alone, secluded in the next bed over
 
It's only then that I notice something is missing
My legs are gone, forgotten stumps, feeling distant
Memories of the night before fill my once empty head
A head on collision with another driver, I should be dead
 
But she was with me, where is she now?
Is she okay, can I kiss her brow?
I start to freak out, the heart monitor beeps rapidly
They try to calm me down, all goes black instantly
 
Everyone screams, you hear the alarm in their voices
As they try to revive the man who had no choices
Suddenly a woman's voice cries, agonizing and painful
As they failed to recover the man who was unstable
 
An elderly man is in your room now, arms around your neck
It takes several others in blue uniforms to hold him back
Her wailing can be heard over the screaming and violence
As she grieves her loss, the whole room falls to silence
 
You thought the liquor was the answer to your rough nights
As you sit alone in a jail cell, you realize it wasn't worth your time
But you know this is where you belong, your actions, you always regret
For the man and woman you killed, and the child who never got to live

© 2017 Dillan Courtright


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Dillan Courtright
Dillan Courtright

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About Me: Hello, my name is Dillan Courtright. I've been writing since high school, but I only became active as a writer at the beginning of 2016. I am still growing as a poet, and a writer. About.. more..

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