Losing a Friend
As I am awakened by the dazzling rays of the star we call the sun,
I am appalled by that peculiar notion,
because as I peek out my blinds the day is so dull,
thunder rolling ever so treacherous,
howling like the night time winds,
the trees are usually green but now all I see is the origin,
pain in my cranium I begin to feel it spin,
as I try to cry out for help my jugular tightens up,
I can hardly get any wind,
as I lay there on the floor struggling to remember last night's events,
I begin to have flashbacks, then I get a glimpse..one sip, two sip, three sips, or four,
I see abandoned whiskey bottles and joint papers crumbled on the floor,
before you begin to judge, yes I know its a sin,
but this is the only way I know to cope,
after Losing My Best Friend....
Copyright © Jesse Pickens | Year Posted 2014
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