Crying Wine

You're depressed, and you're drunk.
You've had too much wine.
You think a few more drinks will do,
and that you'll be fine.

You're weak, and you're dizzy,
and you almost want to cry.
you call her; she's busy,
but you had to try.

You're tired, from all the alcohol,
and you wonder why you live.
You stumble; you fall,
what else is there to give?

You begin to close your eyes,
Drift away; one last tear.
You've had so many tries,
but now death is near.

She calls you back,
but it's already over.
She starts to worry,
your way beyond sober.

She knocks on your door; she knows there's trouble.
She finds you on your bed.
She starts to cry as she picked up a bottle,
because she realizes that your dead.

© Copy-righted by David A Marshall