Sweet Wine and Cigarettes

I wrote this while drunk and sad

I’m drunk again
I’ve drained another bottle of sweet wine
Isn’t it supposed to be fun?
I didn’t know I’d be sad every time
I need a cigarette like a baby needs a bottle
My head feels light and my hair smells like ash
I’m alone outside under the stars
I shouldn’t be crying
So why am I?
My face is cold but my tears are hot
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be
Everything is wrong and turned around
The rules and the laws have flipped somehow
Happiness is terrifying and I rejoice in pain
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be
I’m drunk again

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

love it .. brutal and honest to the bone .. i feel the searing pain right through me, Lexi .. your poem is the real thing .. love and peace on ya! thanks for sharing .. right here at the Cafe'
E.

[Crosby Idasa]

Nice piece you put down... be drunk of love and greatness

[Dave]

Yep!! Being drunk can do that to you. Sure it seems like fun getting there, but my oh my. Do you really want to feel as though you had two heads? Like Chris, below,it's been quite a while since I've been drunk, you know it's pretty good!
Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

It's been a long time since I got drunk. Getting there was fun but getting over it wasn't. Also you can't bank on it taking you to a happy place, sometimes it does the opposite. I hope you are feeling less sad now. Reading your poem reminded me of being young again Lexi. Have to say I have never smoked though. One problem less :) All good wishes.

Chris