Drunk
I remember when you came home drunk,
how you stank of the bar and you stumbled knocking over the living room table.
You eyes were red and bloodshot, and your vision must have been blurry from all the alcohol you drank.
Laughing at first then you turned to tears, your emotions swaying like a leaf in a thunder storm.
“The alcohol can do that” I said as I tried to comfort you.
You just lashed out.
I went to bed and left you to your ranting, you can’t talk to someone when they’re drunk.
The Drunk by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.