Sipping Inspiration

 
 

She sat by the window listening to the thunder and watching the crystal- clear rain, streaked down the glass, unlike her black- mascara tear- stained-cheeks She had not been sipping inspiration but rather remnants of wishes lost at the bottom of an empty glass,yes, she was the saddest girl ever, holding a Martini, her fifth to be exact. For the last year,(since he left) her days had been going nowhere Nothing brought enjoyment to this empty void that had become her life. No more precious moments spent with the one she loved . Everyday started out in the same mundane way. Her sky was void of color and her air stripped of warmth, gloom overwhelmed her.She grew more despondent with each passing hour, and all too soon the nights came and once more, she wept and withdrew into her darkness, the dark depths of despair. There was no escape, she became engrossed with the seeming finality of it all, and could not step outside of herself. She thought of suicide, take a gun, click! perhaps a razor to the wrists, take me to the river and drown myself, poison,whatever, as long as sweet death would come. Morbid thoughts? perhaps. She thought I'll have another drink, then another, and pills too,(she did) maybe just maybe, I'll OD! She stood up and slumped to the floor....

Reviews

[Wild Spirit]

It was good. Nice work. A bit confusing at times but good nonetheless.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks so much for reading my poetry today;

[Wild Spirit]

It has been a pleasure. Thank you for entering it in my contest.

[Traces]

Very sad Fran, but all too real for far too many. Excellent writing. Holly

[Jamie Fantasy]

It's so sad to think that some people feel that sad and lost in life. I wish I could find them all and give them a big hug.

Nice cliffhanger! Is she dead or isn't she?