Just a primate

Just some thoughts.

Every time anohter body drops,

my desperation

to murder that drug

confines me to isolate

myself and drink one

after the other.

I wake up with cans

all around me

and remember the days

when I looked down

upon people like this.

I realize I have become

something of a monster.

Some primate

subordinate

to the insects.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

When the drunk recognizes he has become what he once despised. Could apply to any addiction, failure, loss of sense of self worth.

[Christopher Staab]

Yes exactly. Thank you for commenting and reading.

[thewholesoul]

I had to read this one more than once. I thought it was very good. Its a pretty harsh self analysis - but it resonates with truth and sadness. personally, i would view someone in such a situation more so as a victim of alcohol abuse however perhaps from their own perspective they identify with a monster, a failure, a lesser being unable to defeat an addiction. Tiny typo in line 1. overall very much enjoyed and i look forward to reading more of your poems. eternal health, happiness, and prosperity to you my friend.

[Christopher Staab]

Thank you my friend for reading and commenting. Your anaylsis is spot on. I was raised to look down on people like that and of course I became one who struggles with addiction.