Alcohol
Woe to the spirit of alcohol
that twists and turns corrupts your soul
woe to the darkness of your night
with bitter thoughts your mind does fight
woe to the child crying still
that can not hear the words you knew
with twisted thoughts inflicting pain
the child lost your lovers flame
As anger now begins to start
woe to your lost lovers art
whose pain I feel so deep
woe to the silence of the night
as angry words begin to speak
woe to your lost lovers
whose heart has turned to ice
you drank away the love you lost
each bottle has it's deadly cost
you striped the flesh from lovers soul
you empty nests that lovers hold
an empty cage an empty nest
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
