- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Empty Bottle
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My world turns from colours to grey
Just another drink to end my day
The clear liquid forms a cloud
As it covers me like a shroud.
This fogging cloud numbs my brain
It takes away the perpetual pain.
Hurt brought on by the nagging guilt
Of watching myself die and wilt.
Now my loneliness is my only friend
One of these nights I pray it will end.
A hot knife had shredded my soul
Leaving behind a gaping black hole.
A hole into which alcohol I poor
But the hole is always wanting more.
The grey darkness that it brings
Masks the hurt and painful stings
But happiness it will never provide
From myself I cannot hide.
My world is dead, I have cut the throttle
My world is dead, a cold empty bottle
Alex Mort
For Sabina.
You made me see myself again.
- COMMENTS
LittleTeaCupalmost 2 years agoBeing a poet more then a writer I wanted to leave my first comment here. I can easily feel the pain in these words. It is raw and sharp and it saddens me greatly that people have to feel this way.
Now my loneliness is my only friend
That one line. It just breaks me to tears.
Maonaighover 3 years ago...I've read all of your stories, Alex, most of them more than once for pleasure, but I'd never seen this poem. The pain described has left me with a lump in my throat. You know where your friends are when you need us.
Lamia33over 4 years agoI think it was George IV who coined the phrase a dead marine for an empty bottle. I love your poem in many ways it has also described me
Kisses
Alexandra
