- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Still I live
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Its 3 a.m. and still I live,
a wreath of smoke around my head,
and whiskey on my breath.
The bottle lies tipped over, it's contents long since drained,
dulling my senses,
yet sharpening my heart.
All I have to show this night, like so many others
is a drained bottle of whiskey
and an empty pack of smokes.
The whiskey doesnt save me,
the smokes only kill me.
Why is it that I cant resist them?
I spend this night like so many others
in the deep embrace of whiskey
my only true lover.
Bathed in the heat of smoke,
my one constant friend.
Its 3 a.m and still I live,
with a wreath of smoke around my head,
and whiskey on my breath.
My heart broken.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 15 years agoI think your poetry is good. You put the reader right there in the midst of your dark mood. I hope you will continue to write.
Olive
glynndahover 16 years agothe loneliness of the wee hours and the utter uselessness of those companions we consume to fill the void. A poem of great feeling in few words.
