Twisted

I actually like this one. Hope someone else does. Thanks for reading.

Never heard the rain cry

until I was punched in the gut

by a bad liver.

Thats what they say anways.

If I continue to drink this much

my liver will shrivel up

and I will die.

Not some romantic movie star,

or some heroic athlete throwing a touchdown,

no, not me.

I will die alone.

Retarded from thoughts of change,

thinking I touched no one,

thinking no one cared,

and on my gravestone it shall read,

"He didn't cry enough."

Reviews

[RaeStems]

We all touch people in some way, whether you see it or not. I dig this poem.

[Christopher Staab]

Thank you so much.