The smell of pungent whiskey
Seeing the world in a lens of disgust
The neverending cycle of death
The tell-tale of a life once lived
The shade of black dulling my breathing patterns
Lighting the cigarette was polluting every inch of my body
Until I finally rotted
Just as the world eventually will.
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vanessa wallace (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem came about as I was thinking about how I want my writing to be perceived. I have my own meaning behind every poem, but I want the reader to take their own meaning from it. Find their own purpose behind the poem. I am an interpretive writer, and I don't expect that to change. This poem specifically was made as I was thinking about 5 random words, and it morphed into a story. I hope you all enjoy this work of mine.
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Comments1
hopeless and bleak, the message of 'it can't get any worse than that' is coming through loud and clear.
Hopeless and bleak, we are forever lost in a sea of sorrows.
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