To Lose A Life

To Lose A Life

A Poem by Tulpi

The glitters the lights, the happiness flowing through

The night has just begun for your friends and you.

Encore the heart repeats Again and again

The glass in your hands fills As much as it can contain

 

In the wee hours of morning you stagger to your car

You tell your friends you will drop them home from the bar

One by one they wave you Goodbye as they go

With loud cries of “See you tomorrow”

But your head feels fuzzy you try and focus what they say

Yet your ears start ringing and your hands slacken in the way

 

At last you reach home you are too tired to go in

You can’t even stand on your feet moving seems a sin

You rest your head on the steering seeing the closed door

Till at last nothing seems to register anymore

 

The next noon the other guys wake up from their sleep

And they get a news that makes them gasp and weep

They have lost their friend who only the night before was with them

He died of suffocation in the car, alcohol was what they could condemn

 

Yet who was at fault I wonder during leisure

How could this happen on a night of only pleasure?

Did the drink kill the guy or was it he himself

Who brought about this sorrow to others and to self?

 

There’s isn’t any message that I want to share with you

No instructions to follow no things to do

To leave a question in the void is what I choose

Is life so unnecessary that with so much ease you lose

 

© 2008 Tulpi


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so very tragic...what is worse, it is so true-to-life. People are so careless and do things without thinking.
The last stanza of this poem is VERY strong. Rounds up the poem nicely, adds strength to it. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


wow, this was a sad poem, and sadly too true in some cases. I enjoyed reading this, even tho, it was so sad. Great job with the words. Dee

Posted 17 Years Ago


Drink and good times sometimes don't mix as well as we think they should and in the end someone always gets hurt or badly injured

Posted 17 Years Ago


Wow, Tulpi, this was a hard poem to read, as it has happend in the town I live in. The drink messes up so many lives!
Good write

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Tulpi
Tulpi

Kolkata, India



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I am from India, the land of palaces, mountains and Taj Mahal. I am a little soul from the ages of Mahabharatha (Indian Epic). Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would.. more..

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