Treasure Island

Unintelligible Susurration


Late Night Drinks


I told him
but I lost him
and Matt too.

Now I have nothing.
Isn't that great?
I've nothing to win
and nothing left to lose.

I called him
but he forgot
and so did Matt.

I am here now
late at night
drinking glass
after glass of whiskey
and I've forgotten
as well.

They told me
and I resisted
for they've already lost me
to the late night drinks.

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
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This poem is about how the narrator tells her friends something and then they end their friendship. Later the narrator calls them but they forget who she is so she turns to drinking. For a while she forgets who they are too. Her 'friends' try to stop her drinking but they cannot. They have already 'lost [her] to the late night drinks'.

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