Half-lifeA Chapter by MachinaWriterThe ninth poem in my compilation, A Tragic Story...
It's four in the morning
The neon clock flashes its warning Stop now! But I'm having trouble forming The strength It breaks Pop a few pills and I try to wait For the bottle to sink- -In with the bitter taste My head spins- another aspirin NyQuil- but I can't still This ceaseless weakness And I still feel The rising pain, the memory I push them back, no more clarity I can't stand this place, don't stare at me But I see your face, and I'm begging please Just one more night... Leave me be. I turn to the night stand The pain pills are scattered Mixed around like my now shattered- -mind- but it doesn't matter. What does? What can? The bottles half-empty, I'm but half a man.
© 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2012 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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