I'm just like a bird, assembling my nest,
And Mum says I'm golden, a real treasure chest,
Keeping others away, I shut my lid,
No one's set to realise: I'm just another party kid,
I'm not the one to admit to it,
I'll be the one to start something lit,
Maybe a party, maybe a fire,
Or perhaps it's my burning desire.
My intentions I can't control, my feelings I can't obey,
And when others ask, I say I'm just 'Okay',
But am I ok with the mess that I'm in?
Revitalising myself in alcohol to let out my sin,
My sin? Yes my sin, that singular occurrence it happened within,
Then I count and realise that my sins; don't really allow me to win...
No medals for me, except some therapy sessions,
An alcoholic awareness class, and countless more lessons,
I partied too hard, I lost my meaning,
Don't make this relatable, or you'll be grieving.
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Poetry: With a thousand words; and a million more reasons
PoetryA collection of poems produced by yours truly. My aim is to inspire people in their daily lives, maybe even relate to a person or two along the way. I like writing to relate, whilst having fun and expressing my deepest thoughts and feelings througho...
