Sweet fruit

One of the dumbest things I've cranked out. Sometimes you have to vent whats on your mind and happening to you I suppose. May be a little deep and dark, so please don't mention it. Enjoy.

Pouring myself a glass of juice

Then drowning the sweet fruit

With alcohol 

Feeling the burn

On lips

That were once soothed 

By a loving kiss

Drowning my sorrows 

If not myself

On time only borrowed

From my failing health 

I am dying 

Slowly but surely

Poking at my own mortality 

As my body decays

More and more each day

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Dark is good. And you capture it very eloquently. I really like reading your poetry.