Background
This poem is not really about myself, but it is based on someone I know, so I tried putting myself in their shoes and wrote short poem about how they feel in life. In this I tried to mix up my rhyme pattern because ive been doing similar patterns of late, I hope you enjoy 😀
Waste Away
My life has no meaning,
Took so much drugs,
That I have no feeling,
I don’t have no friends,
I’m just all alone,
As my life extends,
I’ll continue on my own,
Just me and my Alcohol,
That’s all I need,
My life has come to a stall,
Even if problems are small,
Inside I will bleed,
I won’t take any support,
I don’t want help,
Even if my life is cut short,
Don’t expect me to yelp,
I just don’t care,
I was born to be a loner,
A Cannabis smoker,
I won’t have regrets,
When I get older,
Don’t like my life,
Then keep out of my way,
I’ve now had my say,
So I’m going to go now,
And waste my life away.
A Short Poem By Corey Booth – 24/11/11 🙂
CoreyPonders 
this actually sounds like a person I know too. well, perhaps we all know someone like this person here. you know the sad part is when you want to help but can’t. but then again, the only person that can change that person is him/herself. you put yourself in that person’s shoes in this poem and it came out well. nicely done. thank you for following my blog too. i’m honored. nice to meet you. ~Olive Tree.
Yes everyone knows someone in this sort of situation, thats why i posted it, i knew alot of people would relate to it. It just kills me inside to see someone throw away their life and not care about it 😦 Its very nice to meet you too, im looking forward to seeing your blog 😀
Simple words and rhyming scheme,,,but a great capture of the mind and the feelings..-
I won’t take any support,
I don’t want help,
-you literally got into that person’s shoes..!
I did try my best to get into their shoes and im glad you enjoyed it 😀
Thank you very much for the comment 🙂
I can’t stop drinking and smoking yet
I’m not ready to face my lonely regret
As long as I keep numbness on my brain
I don’t feel the pain
Of a life down the drain
I know that my problems may seem to be small
Appear self cteated and all
But maybe the wound is so old I can’t recall
Just why I can’t lift my self up from this fall
It might be genetics or brain chemistry
I might be a victim of predestiny
Now can you please buggar off I’m watching Tv
That was brilliant 😀 😀
Nice to see someone comment back with a poem similar to mine 🙂
Thank you for the comment 😀
gotta agree w/clownponders below, nice little poem-response
Nicely written too!
glad you expressed this was more about someone else rather than you – lot of empathy expressed there
also wanted to say i really like your pre-poem “background” blurbs
i know some people don’t think it’s appropriate, you know, “just the poem (truth) please, just the poem” – but i really like that sort of thing
best wishes, thanks!
Nicely written. It’s the sad dark truth of some people’s lives, truly sad.
Perhaps you should show it to the person you know, might be a wake up call!?
I would but there just no changing some people is there =/ Thanks for the comment 🙂
this is great… I feel so sad of someone who can’t handle the problem and turning to alcohol…. it is also an eye opener…
Its a shame that there is so many people in the world who turn to it 😦 Thanks for taking the time to comment 🙂
This was me a few years back….thought woould never get out of that kind of life… Im thankful l did everyday…great poem…