I spend my evenings and
my afternoons and every
morning wishing I could just
get drunk to the point
that I don't know who I am
yet I haven't made it that
far yet, I hope you
are having a good life even
if I know you're suffering
can this guilt just be
bitters in the bottle and
can I drink it down until
it's empty?
"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
Monday, October 24, 2022
Drunk
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment