Drunk Poem

Just drnk

O why, o why, I cannot bleed,

Tried to drown, yet found I could breathe.

O why, o why, I cannot bleed,

Tried to burn, but fire's touch recedes.

O why, o why, I cannot bleed,

Tried to cut, but no blood I concede.

In this haze of numbness, I reside,

Where pain's sharp edge is dulled inside.

A cloak of numbness shields my heart,

From tearing wounds and shadows stark.

In the depths of this intoxicated calm,

I find refuge from life's relentless qualm.

Yet beneath this numbness, a flicker burns,

A quiet yearning, a soul that yearns.

For though I cannot bleed as others do,

Emotions stir, seeking to breakthrough.

In this drunken numbness, I seek release,

A path to find myself, to find peace.

O why, o why, I cannot bleed,

I guess I'm drunk and numb to it.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. The pain is palpable.

[Mystical Ink]

Thank you!

[Relic]

It's strange because I was just reading (and looking at a video) about Lani Lane, the singer for Warrant. He drowned in alcohol to relieve the numbness, despair, and depression he faced from being drugged and raped. Your poem lays bear the life of someone who cannot cope with what's moving like an ocean during a storm in his head.

Well done, Priestess.

[Mystical Ink]

Her story is unfortunate but what a coincidence. Thank you for your kind words and for sharing your reflections.

[Philip Gaber]

Thoroughly cheeky & arresting. Why don't my feelings match the other guy/girl? We are all in our cocoons and whoever is able to unweave that silky case can truly know us. Nice job, Priestess.

[Mystical Ink]

Thank you for sharing your insightful thoughts and for your kind words.

[Marie]

An excellently penned metaphoric gem which describes a place within where no human being should ever go to visit. The roads of life are like magnets which pull us one way though we want to go another way. We get numb when we stop fighting the demands and you have very poetically captured that in this poem through excellent word choice. A spine-chilling write very finely penned. Thank you for sharing, dear poetess...

[Mystical Ink]

Thank you so much for your thoughtful and insightful comment! I'm deeply moved by your interpretation of the poem. It means a lot to know that the metaphors and emotions resonated with you. Life's roads indeed have a way of pulling us in unexpected directions, and I'm glad I could capture that feeling in my writing. Your words of appreciation and encouragement truly warm my heart. Thank you for taking the time to share your reflections.

[Marie]

Most welcome, dear poetess...

[Ballpark Frank]

I've never been in this situation described here. I'm glad too. I've known others who have though and it's freaking scary! Its like standing on a large fence that separates good from evil and being pulled hard.

[Mystical Ink]

It's comforting to hear that you've never been in such a situation, and I hope you never have to be. It truly is frightening to witness others go through such experiences, and I aimed to capture that sense of tension and struggle in the poem. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.

[Tom]

Like calloused skin that has seen muchhard manual work it becomes numb to friction over time, I guess one's heart also takes on similar attributes when love has broken or at very least almost broken it too many times??

Marvelous metaphor in fine, flowing rhythm and rhyme!!

[Mystical Ink]

Thank you for your thoughtful comment. Your comparison of a calloused heart to calloused skin is both powerful and evocative. It's true that, just as hands become numb to friction, hearts can grow desensitized to pain after enduring too much. Your appreciation means a lot to me!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes breathing is bleeding...and we want to stop.
I remember one time looking for that peace, that release...and then at the last moment...
stopped what I was doing...and came back from the edge.
This poem hits me in a spot.
j.

[Mystical Ink]

Thank you for sharing such a personal and profound experience. I'm truly touched that my poem resonated with you in such a deep way. It's moments like these that remind me of the power of words to connect and heal. I'm grateful for your kind words and for finding meaning in my work.

[Arundass TP]

Repitation worked well in this poem. Excellent lines. Enjoyed reading

[Mystical Ink]

Thank you for stopping by!

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes dear poet. I tried often in my life to forget.
"O why, o why, I cannot bleed,
I guess I'm drunk and numb to it."
The above lines does become true. One day. We have no blood left. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[Mystical Ink]

Thank you so much for your heartfelt response to my poetry. Your words deeply resonate with the themes of trying to forget and the numbness that can come with emotional pain. I'm grateful that you enjoyed the poetry and found it meaningful. Your appreciation means a lot to me.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did. In old age. I drink the whiskey and I write. Sometimes, we need something to awake the muse. You are welcome dear poet.