Pills

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Pills

I need a glass of Somthing strong
Somthing thick and intoxicating
Drown my voices out

I said I'd never touch the glass to my lips as long as I breathed
But here we both are
Drunk
Wasted
Intoxicated

What do I need?
Somthing else
Somthing more
A cigerette?
No
A joint?
Not feeling it
Mabey Somthing more

Pills
40mg of meletoine to put me to sleep
Side effect includes
Hallucinations

I'm walking in Walmart with you,
your hands slowly creep down my spine.

No

I can't think this way
20mg of meletoine

My head is spinning
30mg of kraton
I feel light as a feather
I can breath

Pills
They ruin me
Make me hurt inside

Drink
Swallow
Sleep

Drink
swallow
sleep

We have a daughter now
She's 4 years old
She has big eyes
And a big smile

She watches me as I

Drink
Swallow
Sleep

Drink
swallow
sleep

She dosent understand the power of pills
She nudges me and asks me
Mommy can we play?

I've drank to much
I've swallowed to much
I've slept to much

While your out getting wasted

Our daughter is 9 now
Long fingers and
Long toes that strech into the air
As she swings higher and higher on her swing

She dosent understand the power of drinking
She nudges me and says
Mommy push me higher

I've drank to much
I've swallowed to much
I've slept to much

While you have been sleeping with another woman

Our daughter is 17 now
She sits in her room talking on her phone
Some boy
I never met him
You never came home
She walks to his car
And never comes back

Days go by I don't see her
I don't care

I've drank to much
I've swallowed to much
I've slept to much

I haven't seen you in years

Our daughter is 28 now
She has a husband
And a daughter
With long fingers and long toes

I've yet to see her
I'm not allowed
But I don't care

I've drank to much
I've swallowed to much
I've slept to much

While your away gambling

Our daughter is 55 now
She's got a grandson
A beautiful baby boy
But I have yet to meet them
I've been sick

I've drank to much
I've swallowed to much
I've slept to much

While you've been pernonced dead

Our daughter is now 68
She comes to visit me twice a day
She holds my hand
And Crys to me
Saying she wishes I wouldn't leave

I've drank to much
I've swollowed to much
I've slept to much

While your in heaven waiting

As I slip from view she holds my hand
And I remember when she was a kid
Her long fingers
And her long toes

But I can't remember

I was to drunk
I was to stoned
I was to tired

To tired to take care of my daughter.
She cried every secound of everyday
Because I wasn't a good mother

And I wish
I just wish
I could have been better

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