Guilty of what he did
He joined his friends
To a drinking spree
Hoping to set
His conscience free.
He gulp down wine
With lightening speed
He appeared NOT fine
In everything he did.
Rounds and round
Unfortunately he choked
Fell to the ground
His friends got shocked.
He had wished himself dead
Now he is
After living in dread,
Is death a life of ease?
Bieze Josephat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/troubled-soul-6/
