Empty

Weaving through the darkness

With shadows of doubt all around

Holding tightly to my precious bottle of whiskey

I search for my lost love of yesterday

The wind whispers through the trees

And blows my hair onto my face

Looking for dreams that are far gone

Aching inside with a hurt I can’t misplace

Smoke drifts in the air

As I slowly inhale my cigarette

Watching the tobacco burning away

I am reminded of my life fading away

Easing away from the remnants of a faraway light

Withdrawing quietly from the laughter and fun

Drowning away all of my sorrows

With numerous bottles of alcohol

Sometimes I attempt to drag myself back

Walk amongst the sunshine with birds singing in the background

Giving up without ever really trying

I return to the haze of empty shot glasses

Melancholy with my cigarettes and joints

Smoking my pain away, and drinking to hide myself

Trembling I knock on the door to your room

Quivering in drunken anticipation as I hear you stand up

You stare at me, with pity flooding your sweet face

Suddenly aware of the tragic state I am in

Anger consumes me when I see your sorrowful eyes

It is your fault I can’t face the morning

And the first thing that I do everyday

Is to think of how much I can’t bear to live without you

Vodka in my coffee and a smoke in my shaking hand

You did this to me

When you left me all alone

Emerging from my desperate nightmares

Only when the sun has left the sky

Coming back to the moment

Standing at your door

You say that you are sorry

And quickly turn away

I return to the shadows outside

With my bottle clutched tightly in my hand

Knowing that it is empty

Just like my life without you

Reaching for my cigarettes

I discover that they are all gone too

Log in to write a note

I’m speechless… I am not sure of my reaction to this. It reminds me of too many things.

It reminds me of somebody I once knew, and it’s a perspective I’ve never really understood until I read this poem. I understood it partly, and I knew I would never understand it fully. I still don’t really. So it reminded me of a lot of confusing things, and a lot of unspoken things. I saw this person a little differently, and I don’t know if I liked it or not. Sorry to have confused you! -Alison