Best Laid Plans " GRAPHIC"

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by NaDinSin, Nov 22, 2007.

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  1. NaDinSin

    NaDinSin Member

    Leaving home for a bottle of jack, pills from the drug store then hurry on back. Radio plugged in and the cd is on, Joan Baez singing my favorite song. I sit on the couch and think for awhile, soon I'll be dead, the thought makes me smile. Never again to feel this pain, this hopeless longing, inescapable shame.
    Swollowing the pills all at one time, I drink the jack still feeling fine.
    Ten min.
    Twenty min.
    Thirty min
    Now the room is beginning to spin, my jacks all gone so I drink the gin. My knees are weak and I feel so sick, need to lay down hurry, quick! My body starts to shake and I can't make it stop, someones at the door, he says he's a cop! Not closed all the way my curtins display, my convulsing body and where I lay. My neighbor so kind looked thru the blind, she saved my life but I lost my mind.
  2. Esmeralda

    Esmeralda Well-Known Member

    Great poem...I love it.
  3. freewill

    freewill Member

    Awesome poem!!!
  4. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member


    The same thing happened to me.

    but it was Bacardi.

  5. smackh2o

    smackh2o SF Supporter

    That was wow!
  6. fckdupmind

    fckdupmind Member

    That was a great poem x
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