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Hell in a Bottle

Written in 1999

The room spins,
It's too fast for me,
I can't keep up.
My head may unscrew,
Or the room will spin,
Just like a colorful top,
Right around the world
While I go along
For the strangest ride.
My ears ring and eyes burn,
What I can see now
Is too weird for words.
My throat is on fire
And my eyes are bloodshot;
The music on the radio,
The radio two feet away,
Seems miles away.
Paranoia is setting in;
I should run like hell.

Author notes

It's poems like this that made me stop drinking. LOL! Yes, this is a drunken write up. I'm not sure of the exact situation, but I have many of these old poems I like to refer to as "Substance Drabble."
Written February 28th, 2005

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  • Abrielle
    February 28, 2005
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    i like the idea that the room spinning kinda unscrews your head. drinking? hmmm. if hell is in the bottle it might not be a good idea to run like it though..
    thankyou!


  • February 28, 2005
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    Wow. Drunk poem. Awesome poem. I'm just amazed. Seriously. You're drunk an you can write like that? I'm going to have to check out your other stuff cause that's amazing. I can see why it made you stop drinking though - because if I wrote that and read it sober - I think I'd be scared for myself - weither I remember writing it or not. I'm glad you stopped drinking though..

    <3 Ang