Alcoholic.A Poem by michelleContemporary poem.
I not trying to write a collection
of poetry about you dying. But, Every new beginning ends at the same place. I just need to read one honest poem written by me, depicting accurately my memories; now slurred with your rejection. But every finished poem is never the poem I needed to read. So I begin again, " choosing carefully; the words that will this time capture you in just the right light. Maybe what I need to read is beyond language: maybe just a touch, or a look, or just to watch your face confronted with all of my anger would be enough. © 2017 michelle |
StatsAuthormichellechester, cheshire, United KingdomAboutHi. I am a writer from the North of England who is here for all the help, feedback and advice she can possibly get! 2017 is the year that I vow to take myself more seriously as a writer and that st.. more..Writing
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