Habits

Habits

A Poem by Paige
"

Just a poem, what can I improve on?

"

He's trying to get away

*one*

She's gone

*two*

No money for rent

*three*

He's stuck.

*four*

Where will he go?

*five, six*

So the small orange bottle

*seven*

is his only solace

*eight*

until it's empty.

*where are the rest?!?*

So he'll search the house

*I know I had more*

To get to that state

*They aren't anywhere up here...*

But he dosen't know

*The other bathroom is locked...*

He isn't the only one.

*Oh god, wake up!*

Because a troubled son

*Don't leave me!!! Not like this!*

Is just like his troubled dad.

© 2012 Paige


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Paige
Poem wise, structure wise, was it alright?

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Added on July 5, 2012
Last Updated on July 5, 2012
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Paige
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