Drunk Poetry

A small poem I wrote at 3:14 in the morning after 12 shots.

A never ending spiral

Slips into my bones

Miles of sadness

Carved into my soul

Cavities and hollowness 

Make me feel at home

Another shot down

Artificial warmth glows

Slipping into smiles

My woes are translucent

It's so easy to forget

How hard it is to live

Author's Note

What do you think of when you're drunk?

Reviews

[Relic]

I haven't been drunk in years. I don't like voluntarily putting myself at the same level as an elderly person who can't walk.

Your poem however neatly describes someone not in control of their lives. I've had friends who died from complications stemming from alcoholism.

Excellent writing Isabel.

[Hope514x]

there is so much meaning withing these small short verses is incredible. The way you can have such vivid pictures and feelings within this.

[alanwgraham]

I think this poem makes too much sense for 12 shots! You have expressed beautifully how alcohol can blot out the woes of life.
Well done.
Alan

[Inject Positivity]

That's what being drunk means isn't it? To forget the hardships of living each day. I hear the words, and I can imagine of living in such a state where we need to get drunk to forget "How hard it is to live". Very well done...

Sincerely
Dhiman