Lost Soul

by deeplydesturbed   Nov 29, 2016


The empty bottles sitting on the counter top
Reminding me of the eventful night before
My memory has long disappeared to the shop
As I lay my pounding head on the cold, tiled floor
I have not learned my lesson

Gazing up to the ceiling I realise I'm done
It's time for me and my maker to meet
This illness inside me has finally won
Purring cats laying by my feet
I cannot change

Feeling my stomach start to churn
A bitter taste enters my dried out mouth
Oh why, oh why do I never learn
It's time for my darkened soul to travel down south
I've let the demon win

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    N, we all make 'mistakes' as they say. I know exactly how this is.. Entering a vicious cycle of drinking to forget then being reminded in the morning and wondering where we went wrong or what we did to deserve things but remember you're strong and fighting the urge to meet our maker is one of the strongest things you can do.

    Take care, love you.
    Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Naomi,
    A sad piece here....what important is You knew already....next time you will never let him win. .... The moral lesson you learn from this experience is the most important. ... hugs Naomi

    Gel

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Dark stuff, Naomi as is the case with so many of your writes. No complaints here, though. I have to admit, most of my stuff is far from jovial and there is something rather emotionally raw about these sorts of writes. Also, they challenge the reader to plunge to depths that they never thought to go...
    sorry :)

    Great write,

    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Naomi,

    This poem is heart wrenching. It really describes the battle with drink. The important thing is to keep fighting. One day you will win and you'll be able to look back at this time knowing you've moved on.

    Stay strong. X

  • 7 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    The plight of the alcoholic, indeed. I wish I could make it better, though I am so far away. Even your demons are beautiful, N.

    <3
    Much love,

    5/5
    IdTakeABulletForYou

    • 7 years ago

      by deeplydesturbed

      S.. My lovely S.. you do make it better..
      You may have noticed i "snap" you a lot. Mostly just a personal distraction from my thoughts or to tell you something. Even meaningless to you such as going out to lunch, is a big event for me.. so thank you for putting up with it :)

      You are too kind with your words of beauty!!

      Much love back and im always here for yo

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