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The ride back

Back seat

By Chris GrieschePublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Nose flared up

From the cold

And the drugs

Cant feel my face

Uber saves me

Death was awaiting

On the gutter

The side of the road

I would’ve been

Face down in vomit

That I just spewed

Lying in my own filth

Like a booze hound

I usually don’t indulge

But the occasion came

And got me buzzing

Feeling like a bee

Floating on the air

Humming my wings

Knees shaking

Moving like I’m dancing

But I’m still

Standing like an awkward statue

I need my bed

Head down

Eyes closed

To save me

From this feeling

Clouding my brain

This isn’t me

But who am I

Where should I be

How many more swerves

Can my stomach take

Passing lights blind

Shining directly in my eyes

I need relief

And then finally

We stop

Thank Jah

I am home

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About the Creator

Chris Griesche

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