Down here I sulk in this damp, dark hole

With only myself I dwell

Feeling like shit is my only goal

And thus, I take a stroll

Into my own personal Hell.

“Why must I continue this?”

As I take another swig

Could it finally be Death’s final kiss?

Ah, of course I would be remiss

That my problems really aren’t all that big.

And so from this darkness I climb

A promise of mine to my son

Because truly, my problems aren’t worth a dime

And as I realize I’m running out of time,

From myself I will no longer run.

~Fin

My first poem outside of writing Haiku.