there might be something wrong with me
i can't be certain
can't admit it
drinking on my own again
bad habit
but i just can't quit it
just a few hours earlier
i swore i'd never
drink alone
again
but here i am
just me
a whisky
and a slowly dimming
pain
precisely what's the
fucking problem
am i simply
weak of will
or is there something else
wrong with me
making me
make myself ill
each night on whisky
and on wine
whatever else
should be to hand
each day the headache
and the heavy heart
the lines drawn in the sand
between where i am at
and where the other people
seem to be
is it just the alcohol
or is there
something wrong with me?
Bad Poetry by Wayne Myers