Poem -
empty chair,s
hand to mouth at the kitchen table
empty chair,s for company
not a sole to share a word
no one here but me
time slowly passes like that clock on the wall
reminding me i am on my own
there was a time when all was mine
now left with an empty home
my mind asks the question
was it really worth all this
was it better to drink from a bottle
than to give your loving wife a kiss
such a fool am i
and the pain i did bring
i drank those bottles of whiskey
now i have lost everything
empty chairs in front of me
are now painted in dust
my iron heart beating in my chest
has crumbled away into rust
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Comments
Iron doesn't crumble so easily. It is made to last