Blackness Poem by Babs mcclenaghan
Blackness
He sits there another swig, gulp, gulp,
the stuff rolls down his throat, no stopping untills its gone, he reaches for another bottle, swig after swig, the last gulp and then he sleeps empty bottles fill around his feet, morn his here no memory can he speak nothing comes to mind, a suden quiver goes through his liver, the pain brings tears to his eyes, but he continues the next night no surprise!
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5/4/2024 11:07:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
well conveyed. i have been there myself. written honestly be it in prose. how we all suffer! john