I stared at the green bottles with a gloom,
A gloom born out of hearty pain.
Pain that seems to stick together with the heart like sticks of a broom,
A broom could help dust off this cobwebbed soul train.

I walked through something that looked like a threshold,
A threshold for the feet so I won’t find myself eating the earth.
The earth was looking elevated like something I could hold,
I could hold it but then I’ll be embarrassing myself.

So I pretended that I was fine.
Fine!, I’m drunk but not dumb,
“Dumbass!” my brain yelled as I left the diner.
“A dinner would be good when I get home”, so I thought.

Everything still blurry, I push start to ignition,
I never knew I got the one way ticket to heaven.
So as I drove, bright light of incoming headlamps blinded my organ of vision.
My car spun thrice even before I could count to seven!

“Foyin I won’t forgive you!” I muttered,
As blood drips from my face and fuel leaks.
Seconds counting and images flashing unordered,
Then the deep dark silence came in streaks!

Oni Remi John

NB:
Too much alcohol kills and an advice from me to whoever, no matter how old you are, depression and hurt will come; they don’t respect age, they only do to a matured mind and a faithful spirit!

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