Poem -
Crossroads
Standing at a crossroads
not knowing which way to turn
one could be salvation
one crash and burn
No control over his life
drugs and alcohol addicted
all his vices self-inflicted
pleasing anyone who'd buy him a drink
not much lower could he sink
Rehab or an early grave
a decision he could no longer stave
to his addictions a slave
Something had to give
if he wanted to live
he was the only one thatĀ
could make the choice
he'd take nobody's advice
he thought just one more
nobody's keeping score
he died in a doorway
with a smile on his face
just one hit brought him to another place
Standing at a crossroads
he took the wrong turn
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Comments
Sad ending Stark reality
good poem angel
thanks angel x
Your welcome angel
Wow impressive way u give an account of a poor drunkard addict. U r rhymed and flowed splendidly. The demons drink makes people lose their bearings in life, sad! Kudos for this excellent poem.
I'm quite a newbie here, but have been writing and interacting for ages Pleez write your thoughts/comment on my newest poem, titled , "jumbo jet vs jays" too. I luv meeting poem pals, Ā
I like to know different conclusions and say hi to friends thereby in this cold world.
Hi thanks I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.Ā I will have a look when I get a chance all the best Susan
Name sounds familiar, have I met u somewhere else, I'm scratching my brains. ?
I was thinking the same lol I've no access to facebook in work and will probably lose access to this soon but I may know you from there