I have written my entire life. Mostly short stories, started a few novels but they never get off the ground. Tonight the idea for poetry just kind popped into my head. I guess it has to do with me drinking a lot more lately and having some marital trouble but I figured I would share. Its short and unpolished but has a lot behind it.
I smell the sweet oder of the Whiskey as I bring the glass to my lips,
I feel the burn as it enters my mouth but feel nothing as it goes down,
With every drink a little more of me is chipped away,
The only thing left in its place in nothingness
A void so deep that the only thing that can possibly fill it is more Whiskey
Harsh poem. Well versed, but harsh.
From someone who's btdt, put the bottle away.
It aint gonna help in the long run. We here at GT luv ya, and want you to be here to share yer work for a long time to come.
I do a little rhymin' myself.
"There once was a nurse from Nantucket..........."
So Sad , There is help out there . YOU have to be the one to ask, & you shall recieve
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