I bring tragedy

He knew so little when he fed me a final drop.
It was Poison and it fished me off.
From then on, the rules of the Game seemed to relay me,
trouble
and ever betray me.

Then I met One that fell to the sourness of love.
It was I.
And he said:
"Do not fear me, but I will bring more than love;
Sweet Sympathy.
I will betray the and curse you for ever in
Tragedy."

Confused, I count the pieces that are left of me,
Fighting off the attackers that anchor me.
But they stall me to the ground and never let up.
Let up
Let out
Let in
for this: Material Sense is left in-balanced
baron, but un-sinned.

Forgive me, I call to him, for there's no sense left in me.
The answer replaced buy the tick
tick
tick
of tears.
The world Blurs.
My Face Numbs
All Feeling Falls:
I Am Alone.
I Bring Tragedy.

Author's Note

Wrote this while quite drunk. Edited the morning after! But I would love some feedback because i think there's some good bits in it but as it's my own writing its often difficult to stand back from it and critique it properly.

Reviews

[B-poet]

Very revealing and revoling in the inner distinction of someone who's suffered from the overindulge of alcohol and how it can lead to behavior that can and will cause a tradegy to happen in a personal social setting of any kind. Great job with writing this poem.

[Ama May Cooper]

I love this, i think the honesty and raw presentation adds more to more likely inflicted by the distortion that comes with alcohol. This is beautiful in a tradgic and painful kind of way, a heart crying out for a faded comfort. Lovely utterly lovely