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It's early. It's late
It's never-ending.
Blue smoke curling up
Into the stale air.
Whiskey breath, beer breath
Bad breath.
Ice clinking around the
Bottom of an empty glass.
Hypertension, sleeping fog
Slave to the grave.
Fitful dreams and waking
Nightmares on the edge.
Sun on the wall, shadow on
The floor. Gray inside and out.
Contemplating the light of night.
It's never-ending.
Blue smoke curling up
Into the stale air.
Whiskey breath, beer breath
Bad breath.
Ice clinking around the
Bottom of an empty glass.
Hypertension, sleeping fog
Slave to the grave.
Fitful dreams and waking
Nightmares on the edge.
Sun on the wall, shadow on
The floor. Gray inside and out.
Contemplating the light of night.
Published 26th Aug 2018
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29th Aug 2018 10:22am
Wow - such a beautifully sad poem - really clever and atmospheric - excellent write
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29th Aug 2018 4:18pm
Thank you so much! I really value your input and criticism, if any. I adore your words.
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