The Cure

The Cure

A Poem by Ian Gilmour



Dim light
Crawls across
Dark mahogany floors
Nestling
In spilled bottles
Bleeding beer
Amid shaking fingertips

© 2015 Ian Gilmour


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Very very well written,, thanks for sharing

Posted 9 Years Ago


In very few words, you were able to create a scene that others can almost see in front of them. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


A powerful poem. Described bad and lonely end. The good description create sad vision and poor decision. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


I really liked it!
Keep it up!
(Nice to see you back!)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on September 28, 2015
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