A drop of poison flood his thoughts,
a loaded gun full of shots.
Only hope will erase the fear,
a drowning wind he will never hear.
The pain is dulled by a dark deception,
a heavy fog blinds his perception.
The day goes by as nights disappear,
jagged tears fall another year.
An empty bottle heeds no soul,
a tattered heart not near full.
Hoping a morning light to shine,
without the need to grip the wine.
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Author:
jonnyc1 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Beautifully written. Prayers for hope and strength.
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