Frankie Stamey

Rookie (10/20/65 / Sandersville Ga.)

Liquid Depression (3) - Poem by Frankie Stamey

I'm no exception
I'm owned by the liquid depression
Most people don't know

When I played my part
I couldn't depart
Broken hearted

That's when I started
Down the wrong path
I headed and never dreaded

The liquid depression
That kept me sane in this game
I would drink Jack until

I couldn't remember my name
I know it may drive me insane
Before I'm through playing this game

The liquid depression is like a thirst quencher for my soul
You know the memories I have to control
Liquid depression is my only hope for peace within

I can't control the thirst in my soul or the sin
I know it's a game I just can't win
Remembering liquid depression while

Writing prose poems in free verse
Now give me a few minutes to rehearse
Before I come up with another verse

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2010



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