It's cold outside
But it's warm in here
The day is done
And sleep is near.
There's whisky in the glass
The glass is on the tray
The pills are in a pile
And there's nothing left to say.
April 2017
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Author:
Garry (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2017 03:36
- Comment from author about the poem: This was meant to be about a comforting bedtime routine. A warm and cuddly end to the day with biscuits and hot chocolate. But I think my dark side's showing.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Pills and alcohol - you'll sleep well. Nice write.
Yeah, I'd prefer hot chocolate and biscuits but these things write themselves.
A nurse told me it was my badness coming out! (I hasten to add that was following a near heart attack, not suicide attempt and I have no desire whatever for the latter, it's just a poem that turned out not to be about chocolate biscuits)
A snack as you described sounds like sleep will not be far away Garry.
Very interesting Garry. I am not a whiskey drinker. But, I understand it is very warming on its own. Nice rhyme.
Whiskey is the Irish version. Whisky is scottish. Not sure about bourbon. All are great.
What terrible manners. You say nice things about my poem and I comment on your spelling. Sorry.
Great write
Thank you.
Welcome
I am out of whisky so recently my tipple has been a glass of homemade mead. A light refreshing version based on Sima, a Finnish mead drunk usually at mid summer festivals
No pills added though!
Ah , a whisky drinker! My favourite is Laphroaig.
Good write.
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