the smashed bottles

 

  Your gone, walked away

 

 left me screaming,

 

 raw, tired, bleeding eyes

 

 from tears, when you left

 

my soul disappeared

 

nothing to wake up to

 

no medication to take that

 

will heal this hole that rages through me

 

turn to the very next thing

 

8am woke up grab the 92 proof of

 

spice rum, Sailor Jerry's your my only love now

 

you make everything disappear

 

by 10am im pass out cold,

 

while the alochol races through my veins

 

but even this does take it all the away

 

i come awake scream out your name

 

pick up the bottle and smash it to the wall

 

rum, glass fly everywhere

 

hands bleeding from the bottle making contact with the wall

 

piece fall into my skin and pain explodes

 

waking up the monster inside

 

memories starte to unfold,

 

fall on my knees

 

what have i done

 

when will my punishment end

 

i know i will never let it be done

 

20 bottles of broken, smashed

 

bottles, pieces of broken glass,

 

spots of red lay around where i lay breathless.

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Alcohol allowed us to forget but we must awake sooner or later. Strong story in the poem. I like the flow of the poem and and the strong ending.
"20 bottles of broken, smashed
bottles, pieces of broken glass,
spots of red lay around where i lay breathless."
No weakness in this outstanding poem. Thank you for the video. I never saw this one. It is very good.
Coyote

[Corset]

Goodness, so much emotion in this write I can almost see and hear the glass smashing, well done!

[afra]

pretty dark ...but i love it

[Mockingbird]

sounds like a scorned lover who is hurt and turned to alcoholism for comfort. great imagery.

[Marissa]

i like your font....it's different and nice....good job!

[darkness*star1985]

thank you

[Marissa]

your welcome