He just simply knew the world was his friend,
as he tried to absorb this happy new trend.
The trees on the street he passed every day,
swayed back and forth in some blasé ballet.
The floor seemed so friendly, yet in the wrong place,
came up to meet him, in a solid embrace.
As he lay trying to focus on the circling sky,
thought the old laws of gravity no longer apply.
He closed his eyes tight then as darkness occurred,
that the world stopped spinning he obviously preferred.
He tried to get onto his unwilling feet,
but with his eyes shut, it was no easy feat.
He started for home but to his befuddled dismay,
though his brain sent the message his legs wouldn’t obey.
Then in his shambling zig-zagging gait,
he made his way home, it was getting quite late.
Hiccupping along a now familiar street,
his neighbours all tucked up in bed fast asleep.
In order his raucious presence to prolong,
gave them his rendition of a well known football song.
His wife was waiting behind the front door,
had heard it so regular and often before.
Repeating his weekly pointless refrain,
said I’ll never ever get this drunk again.
A contest entry
- Contest #216 Going Back Home by daviscth.
800 points, ended May 12, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very well expressed piece. I thought the imagery was incredible. Thanks for sharing this work of poetry!
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Your poem tells a story that so many families can relate to. You did a wonderful job with the imagery. Thank you for the contest entry.
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This is a poem that I am sure that many can relate to it has a sad feel to it to me. Life is hard and at times we all need to get away from our problems that is where the drinking comes in at anyway thanks for your entry into my contest be well
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