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The Power of Three
We watched the sun rise and fall
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
Published 16th Apr 2024
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16th Apr 2024 5:08pm
Wonderful poem. I can feel the pain you have written here. Fantastic
16th Apr 2024 6:05pm
17th Apr 2024 11:14pm
I can relate to this and know all about what this is alluding to. I used to stay up late at night getting high or drunk. Now that I'm clean from that, I enjoy the sunlight more. Being outside in the daytime has its own "high." Anyway, nice use of such an analogy - day and night. The transition at the end is poetic. It does leave you broken. If you're lucky enough to be married, that's always a good support system, if the relationship hasn't already been destroyed by the dusk hours, heh. Good job overall. Thanks for sharing.
