Gero Lorna

Rookie - 4 Points (March 1,1978 / Antigonish)

Midnight Crying - Poem by Gero Lorna

He chases back the pills
with a shot of whiskey.
George Jones plays in the
An ashtray filled with
butts, he lights another.
The screeching sound
of his neighbors yelling
for him to turn the music
down combined with fists
hitting the wall.
He pays no attention
to the outside world
so deeply consumed in
his own. Lamps tipped,
picture frames lay broken
shattered. Taking another
sip he is struck with
memories of lovers in love.
Lost in his misery chased
by his loss, he cries.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 26, 2009

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