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Drink to Obliviation
Drunk again.
I suffer in silence,
Alone with troubles untold.
Waiting to die,
I've got no vestments,
No holdouts left.
No one to call my own.
One cannot say what troubles,
When to think obscures the truth,
And to state ones mind,
One must become a champion.
A loser.
No winning here.
You will lose your hope.
You will lose your dreams.
You will lose your love.
You will lose your life.
There is nothing for you.
Where to from here,
When all is absent?
When we learn that heaven is false?
Nothing will last.
I suffer in silence,
Alone with troubles untold.
Waiting to die,
I've got no vestments,
No holdouts left.
No one to call my own.
One cannot say what troubles,
When to think obscures the truth,
And to state ones mind,
One must become a champion.
A loser.
No winning here.
You will lose your hope.
You will lose your dreams.
You will lose your love.
You will lose your life.
There is nothing for you.
Where to from here,
When all is absent?
When we learn that heaven is false?
Nothing will last.
Published 9th Jun 2024
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9th Jun 2024 7:46am
This hits home for me! I can relate to the topic. Well done with your choice of words and the way you put them together. Good job
9th Jun 2024 11:26pm
You've not drank the right bottle, I've drank til my demons passed out and found myself left in worse company that of my own
