Shut the f**k up
how many times must I hit rock bottom
claw my way out of black holes
nights when one drink
two
three
four
not enough-- to silence the fucking voices
slave to the hurt
addicted to mistakes
I can take the rage
bleed it on a page
give my fists a break
smoke too much drink too much
you're not here, I am not there
that's why I keep doing this shit
can I stand another test
can I...
you are in everything I do
in your absence all I have are voices
they whisper they echo
Can't
Drown
Them
OUT
pour me another
one more fucking drink
that's all it will take
to drown the noise
because, you're not here
I'm not there.
©Lost
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The addict voice giving reason to use to cover pain or annoyance. Shut the F up - I have been there many times....lol. Nice word choices - I like.
Thank you for reading Christopher
Hi Lost,
I saw your name pop up on comments to some of my favorite poets, so I went to your site and checked out a few of your poems. I love their raw edge and authenticity. I am responding to this one now, and you will see that I do all my comments in poetic form, trying to reach deep into each gifted artists' mind.
Shut up you Mother F'ers
You'll never know the pain
That resulted with her absence
My tears now fall like rain
I drown my sorrow in pure alcohol
At least it alleviates my tears
I'll drink to F'ing oblivion
For she's no longer here.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Hi Larry,
Thank you for taking the time to read. Yes, I have noticed that your replies are in poetic form and this one is a prefect twin of mine. I'll take the time to look at your page as well.