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i have things to do

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it was past midnight
and i was drunk again.
i told myself,
"tonight i will write."
so here i am, the morning after,
looking at pages and pages of
shit.

i wallow
in self-pity,
pouring myself another drink.
i swallow,
i swallow,
i swallow,
and sink.

in the end
i'm still here,
still empty.

i don't like looking back
and realizing that
i was just
another rebellious kid
hiding cigarettes
under her pillow –
realizing all too late that
you were beautiful,
fucking,
sobbing,
and i gave you away –
realizing that, deep down,
even the happiest people are a little sad –
realizing that we're always
too much
or too little of
something.

so now
here it is:
irony at its worst.

***

i feel dead,
but don't bury me yet –
i still have things to do.
.
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Madness623's avatar
This... this is the best poem I have ever read in my life... it... it's amazing... *awestuck*