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He Drinks

he drinks at nightfall as stars glitter embraced in beauty a man’s house where serpents dwell he drinks he drinks dreaming of golden hair eyes locked on his a warm embrace he feels her fading in a faraway place as he drowns himself he drinks he drinks dawn creates stabbing pain living nightmares blue are his eyes glistening raindrops praying for the black of night so he can continue to dig his grave heavy spade a tool to pit deep too much to bear death will be his master he drinks he drinks

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/28/2015 2:03:00 PM
very excellent description.
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Date: 5/28/2015 10:54:00 AM
I can relate to this more than I should. Very good! *Sam I Am*
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Betty Bateson
Date: 5/28/2015 2:48:00 PM
thank you so much
Date: 5/28/2015 9:42:00 AM
This poem had my hooked. I picture a vivid scene of a lonely, depressed man, drinking himself to death.
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Betty Bateson
Date: 5/28/2015 2:49:00 PM
Thank you very much for seeing that man. What a horrible way to live.