Slips

Slips

A Poem by Inda

Slips

 

Falls,

crawls,

laughs,

grabs

a hold

of something cold.

Grins,

sins,

drinks,

floats,

sinks.

Boast

labors,

spits,

strips,

grips

onto the rail.

Slips,

hits her head,

the doctors pronounce her dead.

© 2013 Inda


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"floats in her own vomit"

i see alcoholism in this one...and i lost a very close friend a few years ago...she was a funny drunk but it was not funny what the booze was doing to her...just destroyed her liver...

one of my best friends...i miss her...

this poem sort of drops down with its format...sort of like the falling down of a drunk and the falling and failing of the body and mind because of the addiction.

good poem with such a finite ending.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


Inda

11 Years Ago

Yes this is an addiction that is far too common, wasn't sure if i should ended there, but it felt go.. read more

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Inda
Inda

miami, FL



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