Alcoholic Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Alcoholic



No, no, no, I can no longer cope
with sober truth. I need to have
this blind searching staggering hope
on my way to the larger oblivion of the grave.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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