Dark Walls

Dark walls against the grain

Lonely tables take the strain

Cues bend ‘neath failures pain

And clear spirits take me

 

Slapped backs and kindly words

Barbs blunted, once like swords

Words try cross barren fjords

But veiled punches bruise me

 

Faces I try to control

Lash out with vitriol

No faith, face, lost it all

The mystery confounds me

 

Sunshine and happiness

He sings, takes the piss

Laughing yet hit and miss

Feeling overtakes me

 

Slurred attempts at kissing

Draw sour parents hissing

Don’t know what their missing

When were drowned in vodka

 

 

 

Context

One of the oldest pieces in my archives, this is from 2011 and  is one of the most coherent examples from my “writing poetry on nights out, whilst drunk” phase. This phase covers the latter part of first year, and most of second year of uni, a period involving sheer quantities of alcohol that would render me useless for days now.