It's about that time of the night
The clock signals the release of emotion
Starts a slow chill, turns to quick frost bite
Fingers atrophy, and my lips turn down
Melancholy tears signal the shake for a smoke
...
Vacation in my medicine
But I'm all out of bottles and excuses
I guess I'm comfortable running into the same wall
Will it knock these thoughts out eventually?
Or at least make me pass out?
...
How many musings can I get from this barrel?
So far a lot, but I'm playing roulette tonight
Sounds like my life in a nutshell
Roulette between me and myself
With an 1000 round chamber
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: More of reflective rambling about life.
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Comments3
Chilling.
Thank ya 🙂
Brilliantly written but so sad. I hope you find peace.
Thank you 🙂
great piece...very intense and captivating..
Thank ya, glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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