Sometimes
you don't know
how dark it is
until
the sun comes up
and
Sometimes
you don't know
how nice warm is
until
the sun goes down
either way
dark and cold
sucks
if I had a fifth
of whiskey
I wouldn't have
a fifth
I'd have
a couple hours
of peace
followed by
a couple hours
of hell
2 comments:
Brilliant! Simply.
All who read this must be left with two prevalent thoughts, the validity of the statements, learned and understood by all of us at some point, and the creativity of this conveyance.
A lot of pain in this poem. I remember writing it, but mostly I remember the pain that led my fingers to the keyboard.
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