Impaired Judgment [October 15, 2016]A Poem by Dillan CourtrightSlithering 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
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Added on March 13, 2017 Last Updated on March 13, 2017 AuthorDillan CourtrightNYAboutAbout 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..Writing
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