I filled my time
with alcohol
and rhyme
just a hint
of desperation
Awake to yet
another headache
my heart is another matter
its as empty as my life
broken bits the winds scatter
stoic is the surface
belying the turmoil
of this place
this mortal coil.
I filled the time
with alcohol
and rhyme,
and still I search.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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