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Created on: October 13, 2009 Last Updated: October 14, 2009
Drowning in the Bottle
An echo of heartbreak
nightly way to remind me
as I give in to drink
whiskey, my poison
withering crystallized liver
provides no rectification
to my pain and loss
a bottle vanquished
by midnights kiss
slurring, stumbling
like a drunken llama
spittle spraying violently
with each hiss and curse
bitter drink no solution
always fails to refurbish
emotional wounds and scars
my grief, my penance
one day I will succeed
in drowning the sorrow
one day the pain will end
but not tonight it seems
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