rheummates

I'm full to the brim, with that lonely again.
Whiskey genie trades wishes for all of my sins.
I've all but forgotten where I set the mark,
And I only will seek you out after the dark.

The rot of the city, still stinging my nose.
Sow seeds in the gutter to see what it grows.
Worry plucks branches from family trees,
We bless all the infants and throw them to sea.

Lonesome takes root in my ivory bones,
my heart-deals are calling in all of their loans.
How great the depression is weighing on me,
They're selling my penance, salvation's not free.

To get by, I put up with worry and strife,
evicted heart's fire, and slept with his wife.
Her secrets she told me, I'll take to my grave,
That some of us truly aren't meant to be saved.

Reviews

[LJW]

Hi new-to-me writer Don. DD I think I'll call you double D.

Yeah. Whiskey. Whiskey lonely. Whiskey horny. Whiskey depressed. Been there, done those. They should make a clothing line for whiskey bottles. Little 3-piece suits for when you 1st start having a nice cocktail after your day job. Jeans and t-shirt (the t-shirt says "It Ain't A Party Without Whiskey") for the weekend drinker. Then, the worn out sweatpants and bathrobe with no belt for the anytime drinker. The one you just described who can snuggle up to their one dimensional memories or a 3-D bottle.

Thing is, sober means you remember EVERYTHING. Either way, a life not where you want it to be is hard.

I could suggest a couple of little edits. But this spoke to me and I'm writing this whole big thing so props to you for that. You had me at the title. Nice play on words. I have rheumatoid arthritis.so the parallels were nicely played out. Annoying. Everpresent. Inflammatory. Right there. All. The. Time.

Nice work double D.

[Juliet]

This is wonderful and full of soul. You can really get in touch with all of the "feels" here.
Congrats on a great piece of writing!

some of us truly aren't meant to be saved.

Isn't that the truth? ^