The Ripped Pages
The ripped pages,
torn from a red notebook
litter the ground.
And empty beer bottles,
are all toppled on each other
the wine bottles line the fireplace mantel.
Ripped pages from a red notebook
crumpled into balls,
torn from reality.
Like hearts broken,
from betrayal or heartache,
Ripped pages from a red notebook.
Torn pages,
ripped pages,
torn from a red notebook,
the notebook of life.
Ripped pages litter the ground,
and I open a bottle of beer,
I drink.
I light a cigarette,
I inhale,
fill my lungs with clouds of grey.
Ripped pages from a red notebook,
the notebook of life,
here I go, writing another poem.
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