Nothing but the end
You grab another
And
Start all over again
Why beat yourself up
There's nothing there
Stop looking
It's a glare
White rum
Something's you do
Make you look dumb
Looking for something
At
The bottom of a bottle
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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- Published: July 27th, 2025 19:01
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Comments4
A poem of drinking to the end of the bottle A most interesting read.
Powerful work.
A poignant write of alcoholism and the continued drinking till nothing's left, nicely expressed
So true….
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