I left it to chance
The painting on the wall
The dying garden
The windows open during a May rain.
...
I am a 20 year old student in college. Currently majoring in Creative Writing focus on Poetry. I drink too much and write too little.)
3 A.M.
I've seen the sun rise
Through drunken eyes
A weary mind
And tortured liver
Keeping my eyes on the horizon
There's little hope left in the world
But there's enough alcohol
to compensate for the presence of that knowledge