Poetry

Drunken Nights

Posted by Joy Nibbs on

I can’t say that I am sober 

Drunken on the lips of lost lovers

Lost in time to a place I no longer belong

Take me there 

I beg of you 

Sweet death 

Haunt me no more

Oh life

I must have misjudged you 

I thought you were too cruel to be kind

I must have been the lucky one

To see you tossed aside

Forgotten like a Monday once Tuesday comes to town 

Drowning my troubles in sweet elixir of life

Take me under

When the sun no longer knows my name

And let me relish in this forgotten sin

Published by Joy Nibbs

I love food, psychology, neuroscience, writing, and community. I have two poetry collections; "Ramblings" and "Lilacs at Dawn". Tea Drinker | Spice Maker | Writer of Poems and Psychology Things

2 Comments Add yours

  1. ebonyandcrows says:
    November 7, 2019 at 3:07 am

    Beautiful. I especially love the second line.

    Like

    Reply
    1. jjnibbs says:
      November 8, 2019 at 12:19 am

      Thank you, I am glad that you like it.

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

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