Numb
more alcohol has passed these lips
than waters fill the seas
more tears have rained upon this face
than storms could ever dream
so numb is just a daily goal
that kills my agony
unfortunate, or is it not,
it’s also killing me
i was responsible, my friend
throughout my entire life
but when i lost the one i love
it cut me like a knife
so pour a drink in memory
and pour another one
for when the bottle’s dry, you see
the drinking isn’t done
the numb lasts but for just one night
it’s all to ease the pain
but when tomorrow comes, my friend
i’ll do it all again
Copyright © Jess Opperman | Year Posted 2019
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