Trying to Stay Alive

Those half a dozen drunken nights,
Sitting with your bottle,
Never giving up the fight.

Drinking yourself to new heights,
Finger on the throttle, in
Those half a dozen drunken nights.

Holding on with all of your might,
Tears streaming with no one to coddle,
Never giving up the fight.

Turn out the lights,
Throw back a lot’ll,
Those half a dozen drunken nights.

Holding on so tight,
Trying hard not to spill—don’t want to mottle,
Never giving up the fight.

So in your pious plight,
Don’t gve in to your near-empty bottle,
Those half a dozen drunken nights,
Never giving up the fight.

• A former member wrote: I love it. It give the reader something they can relate to... Well at least thats the way I feel..
  
  
• On Tuesday, January 17, 2006, Nail Bunny (187) wrote:
  
  That's very good. I like the rhymes and flow.
  
  
• On Tuesday, January 10, 2006, Thorn (359) wrote:
  
  Very well crafted, I must say. ♥
  
  
• A former member wrote: this poem transitions very nicely....but for me its seems like it is more than half a dozen nights..but thats just me
  
  
• On Tuesday, January 10, 2006, Thorn (359) wrote:
  
  Trust me, it was many more than half a dozen.
  
  
• On Sunday, January 8, 2006, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  i really like the way this flows.