About a drunken man looking for comfort from a girl he calls his crutch..


I Need A Crutch..

I need a crutch,
I need your arm,
To hold me up.

I am swaying,
Backwards and forwards,
Hell's puppets are tempting me in.

I drag my feet away,
From the burn,
Your lit cigarette.

I am drunk,
And my mood is dangerous,
And my heart is swimming.

So keep me up,
And get my heart fuelled,
Like a burning fire.

I am a misfit,
On the borderline of catastrophe,
I take a drag of your toxic cigarette,
And I put two fingers up at the world.







Poetry by MusicMyLife
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Written on 2011-08-16 at 21:40

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'A crutch, a crutch!'
The peace dove has some experience of proppings herself. Though less so of late :>)
Quite a write, this! Creates some very powerful and disturbing images in my mind, especially 'Hell's puppets'; no Corbett characters, clearly...
I like the structure too; works well.
2011-08-16