I Resign Myself To This Abyss
Poem Date - 16.08.19
Throwing down this vodka, as if there would be no tomorrow, Tears rolling down my cheeks, as I stand consumed by sorrow.
No one to make the small talk, they’re all out dancing, having fun…And once again, sat in isolation, like the bystander I’ve become.
So scared of my own shadow, and locked inside this shell. I never realised I could feel so lost yet find myself, in such a living hell.
Staring at the bottom of this bottle, knowing I shouldn’t want more. If I had the motivation, but I can’t pick myself up from the floor.
The tv’s screens all blurry, the rooms spinning like a merry go round. The phone’s a poor companion, as I scream devoid of sound.
No more coke left in the fridge and staring at the bottom of this glass…I realise I’m actually rock bottom, seriously really on my ass.
No one here to make the small talk, No one to wipe these tears. No one here to wrap an arm around me, to scare away my fears.
Throwing down the last of the vodka, I sink into this precipice. Shrouded in this darkness, I resign myself to this abyss.
Copyright © Rachael Hewett | Year Posted 2019
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