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 cant 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 cant face the morning
And the first thing that I do everyday
Is to think of how much I cant 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
I’m speechless… I am not sure of my reaction to this. It reminds me of too many things.
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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
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