Nine Percent Proof Poem by Murphy Payne

Nine Percent Proof

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It’s late Friday night
I am ready for bed
As I think about you
Red wine jogs inside my head

You have all the answers
The questions are known
Never to be revealed
As I wait her alone

True words don’t come
I ponder here in vain
It’s all that I have
With so much pain

Someday is now which I don’t need
Longing for changes so that I may breathe
Happiness on the run, somberness take its turn
As nine percent proof makes my brain numb

One more damn sip
To change the score
No one is watching
So I pray once more

But my words turn to vapor
Like fog in the air
Never to be heard
By anyone who cares

Still I must try
Long as there is hope
Still I must cry
It helps me to cope

Now living this way in self pity mode
One might say time is the key
The key that I control

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Murphy Payne

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Laurens County, South Carolina
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