Too Old To Be Young, Too Young To Be Old

To the crux and cusp of Heaven's Hill, I have staggered with burning feet For 'tis Hell to take another pill, But Divine to take a flying leap My models in bottles, posing there Glare at me with eyes in scorn Do they not see my Soul's despair That's haunted me since I was born? It's quite obvious and plain to me, Deluged in my ninety-proof That I am blessed, unluckily To have survived my Youth... *written today, drunk on whisky

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Regina Mcintosh

Date: 8/22/2014 12:05:00 AM

Excellent poem... I like it, even though I don't like drinking or taking drugs... I really like your poem. God bless you and love and prayers, Gina

Karen Anglesey

Date: 9/4/2013 10:53:00 PM

I applaud the raw and straight up way you just get to the heart of the matter. I get a little buzz from a glass of wine occasionally and I cannot even imagine how I could write this brilliantly plowed on whiskey... I might have to try it sometime... although I detest the smell

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 9/5/2013 8:42:00 AM

Unfortunately, chemicals have almost always been an integral part of my creative process. I thought I would incorporate the rot-gut brand I was drinking into the body of the poem, which was "Heaven Hill". I don't necessarily like many of the pieces I write, but this one I enjoyed, and I'm happy you liked it as well :)

April Gabriella

Date: 9/1/2013 4:21:00 PM

Wow yeah, this is great. Those last 2 stanzas really got me. There is much that is relatable in them. So much that resonates with me. Very wonderful piece.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 9/1/2013 7:00:00 PM

I'm glad you liked it, April; this was a real whisky-soaked depressing piece with a bit of irony and revelation at the end.