Poetic License

I knew it would happen

No one else to blame

My words were misplaced

Indeed, some lines

Were arse about face

The slippery slope

Eked away at my crumbling hope

I was seeing stars

That were covered in scars

My words asked to be excused

From the car crash of my thoughts

I was in trouble

I was seeing double

Oh lord dear words

Why did you leave me so soon

I’m staring at the moon

Nothing makes sense

My drinking cost me

My long held poetic license

© JMN