These winter nights are cold and dark.
I think about those memories I must traverse.
The only comfort I have comes from a nearby lark.
What could've caused it? It had to be a curse.
Many years ago I did have a wife,
And a child birthed with eyes of an angel.
Beauty was her name and definition.
But as I deteriorated, she fled my life,
And since then it's been painful,
Since then I've been trapped in perdition.
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My wife left because of my broken vow.
I promised to be honest, ardent and humble
And together we grew our utopian bough,
But with every drop, our love did crumble.
My wife soon took my daughter away,
And that was the first dark night I perished.
Echoing in my ears, were my daughter's cries.
I realize now this life is woebegone and cannot stay.
I must recoup the things once cherished,
Before I trap myself on a course to my demise.
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I thank the Gods for giving me power
To acknowledge my faults, and returning my hope.
I must have the strength to climb the tallest tower,
To have the strength to refuse the looped rope.
It's these moments I'm grateful to be conscious,
To take responsibility for my own regretful action.
I will mend my family's split and breaks
I will bear through when I am nauseous,
I must ignore the alcohol, the ultimate distraction,
And learn from my many inexcusable mistakes.
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ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Coffee House
ŞiirEvery morning should start with a coffee and a poem that means something. So, here are some of my own pieces that I hope mean something to the person reading it. I read books to escape the world around me, but sometimes the books are too long. So...
