Bottles

Bottles

A Poem by Liz

I am shaken from sleep
By the sounds of 
Breaking.

I stumble in the 
Dark
To find him,
Shattered as his
Bottles.

He is gone,
Into a state of
Freedom and
Bliss.

He is so free,
In fact, 
That he won't even
Hear me when I ask,
"Is it
'Whenever you want,'
Yet?"

© 2010 Liz


Author's Note

Liz
I wrote this at 4:30 in the morning, so it's probably got a lot of errors. I was really resistant to putting this up on here, but I figured what the hell.

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This reminds me of my dad, on a drinking binge, though I'm not sure what this is inspired by, thats just what came to mind. Thank you for sharing, i love the style in which you write your poetry.

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