Off The Wagon Poem by Petra Creffield

Off the Wagon

Am drunk as a skunk
Fell off the wagon for sure
My first born tells me it is so
In case I want a cure
So drunk I cannot type
So blind I cannot see
What it is that's happening to me

All I have is these words
To show me I can be
Something else

Why cant I get off this bottle trip
The answers are always there
Just look backwards for a reason to care
I didn’t eat a few chips here and there
Not enough to save my soul
From this deep and dark despair.

© Petra Creffield 2004