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Old 03-27-2008, 21:41   #1
MatthewJ
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A poem

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.


The Alcoholic

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
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