My last poem
My soul is sore
Nothing rhymes
I know the score
I just can't do this
Any more
Pass the whiskey
Pass the gin
There's nothing left
To now begin
Except the end
To welcome in
Pass the vodka
Pass the rum
Of all I've been
This is the sum;
Not enough
For anyone.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An unhappy poem I wrote at my unhappiest. Not happy at all. Happier now Honest!
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Comments4
Good write, glad things are better.
Thanks. Thing aren't better but I certainly am. We are each responsible for our own happiness in the end.
Very bleak. Good.
good poem, yes in the end its only you
Well written and expressed great write
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