PurgatoryA Poem by EsotericaA confession from the watcher under the willow.I watch you from the window and I can't help but think It looks like you're in limbo You were lying with your face in your pillow Your breathing shallow As I stood Watcher under the willow
I swore I caught the scent I must confess It smelled like brimstone
I saw the empty bottles and I swore I heard the gospel Nowhere to be found
Then I saw you sit up in your bed and although you had shifted your bones It looked like you were already dead
Your eyes met mine It seemed like you didn't know Whereupon I gazed into those pools of woe Until they turned away
You started to leave the room and I knew I had to follow you I crawled in through the window and I caught the foul of ashtray cinder
I watched you rush to the bathroom and I heard you through the walls Vomiting only ethanol Scorching your throat and turning your organs to ash
I could feel myself Following the sounds Until I saw you lying there With your head on the ground
I saw your medicine cabinet With the doors open wide That's when I noticed Not one bottle remained untried You sat up and reached into the cupboard
Jaded With a thirst to satisfy
I watched you As you tipped back the bottle and you were touching lips It was a kiss of death and I saw you enchanted As you embraced the abyss
I thought about stopping you But I found it to be cold Because I am your ghost I am your home © 2018 EsotericaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on February 1, 2018 Last Updated on February 1, 2018 Tags: paranormal, confession, death, life, alcohol, depression, substance abuse, suicide |