Without you

All Whiskys taste the same
Hunger kills me softly
Therefore I can't eat
The sky seems always gray
My life so lame
I try to see
But darkness blinds me
Fighting for air
When even wind doesn't blow
Lost in dreams
Where all I see is your shadow

Nothing seems real
And I feel ill
Without you by my side
I cry and hide
From myself,from others
Because life itself
Has no purpose

By:Krisna Chatelain

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the whiskey poetry. I wrote them for 20 years. I like the honest tones and story in the words. The place where whiskey is the cure. Is always a dead-end. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote