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This is a collection of poetry I have written expressing love, death and many aspects of life in between.

And So The Alcoholic Speaks

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przez Isaacg85

autorstwa @Isaacg85

It's a warm Friday evening,
My baseball team is winning.

My mind is taken by the pain I've caused,
Can I touch the fabric of time bringing forth the pause?

The game fades away,
Forcing me to hear my children's laughter of a past day.

Sipping what I thought would be my last,
I drink away the amber liquid a little too fast.

Letting the world become a haze,
I sink into the lonely booth as the world is lost in its craze.

Drinking away reoccurring problems,
They stack against me as Roman columns.

I drink to dive deeper into my self inflicted hurt,
Tears fall silently to my shirt.

From sun up to sun down,
I'm knee deep in a bottle so please order another round.