tagNon-Erotic PoetryStill I live

Still I live


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.

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