At The Emptiness Of The Bottle Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

At the emptiness of the bottle


As the bottle slowly empties.
As I drink my way through.
I think to myself.
God your a mess.
If only You could
Pull yourself together.

As I empty the bottle
I still feel the emptiness
Fell it deep inside.

Mabey if I drink for now.
I can have some feeling inside.
Maybe I cant
I feel nothing but pain.

As the emptiness of
the bottle shows
This Is how I feel
How I feel Inside.

So empty
So very empty
Indeed

Amy Kerswell