Laying at street with whiskey on right
Thinking that these memories may right
That all things happened laid in my sight
But still I pretend
That this isn't end
Though it hurts but this won't kill
I might sink and might get ill
So I kneel
And sigh deep
I will rise even I'm drown
But fear won't hide
So let these feelings cry
Help me decide
Should I take the wrong side?
Or will someone guide?
But there's no other way
Which is the right way
All I know is
And that is up
Back when I have the spirit to fight
Standing in pride with two feet upright
Now, I pay no attention to the light
Even my heart know it wasn't right
But still I pretend
To make it amend
This heaviness that I felt
That I could no longer deal
So I kneel
And I pray
The heaviness I encounter
The best thing hitting rock bottom
Is knowing the only direction left
Which is up
Here's my complete list of my poems
Feel free to read, thank you!
love dàvid