The Place Where Sorrows Hold
This place,
Is where sorrows hold
Any bussiness than mine
Be for trouble some souls
Drinks are plenty
Without plenty of cheer
Thrown backÂ
In warm distaste
If sipped, it's done upon cold request.
What is this
Common ground?
Mad minds who thoughtÂ
To possess the world,
Now pinching pennies
To quench their demons
Silently......
While pale darkness plays
Melancholy tunes
Paired in companionÂ
With failure moods;
Stale smoke finds the nose, still...
Letting on at lighting up another,
If the livers fucked
So might be it the lungs too.
It's always the sobering one
Burned out bulbsÂ
Having epiphanies,
Pick heads of stone up off marinated bars
Anchored on stools
Just one more
Before the road
Leaving a hell hole
Only to meet it;
Pray patron to place of sorrows
Saint ChristopherÂ
Be eyes, reaction, and focus
And the boys in blue
Decide it's an off kind of night.
Whatever this place holds
You'd be fool
To feed it,
Come out of the cold
Only heating flesh
Dousing spirit without purpose,
Carefully watching...
Selves empty, as a bottle
Broken, shattered
Crackling glass under the boot
Of kick me when I'm down;
All forms of despondents
Drifting throughÂ
The always open doors
Languish slaves,
Wasted awayÂ
Unwanted, untouchedÂ
As a bowl of peanuts and pretzels.
In a place,
Where sorrow holds
The plague of drink
Embodiment sold
Consumed by in varietiesÂ
Of death....
Feel no shame
Dying thirsty.
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Comments
Hey Cherie thank you so much, it was like 1am when I finally tried to force myself to sleep and then this write came pouring out of me. I like that line too, it seems anyone in that kind of way is living hell. Much appreciation for all your support.
Wow Devon this just captivated my entire mind as if when I began reading I was transported into a theater when reading I loved this piece such a most powerful way of wording the sorrow's chambers and this is relatable in many ways witch trully makes it a piece of a lifetime that makes it a masterpiece and a mind blowing piece especially the line that sais "In a place... We're sorrows hold.....the plague of drink..." Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I trully loved that line I also liked the powerful ending! I trully wish you the best and as always catch ya on the flip side of thing So!
Thank you Dameon, im glad I captivated you that brings a smile to my face, and I appreciate you calling this a masterpiece very cool man. Talk to you on the otherside.Â
Hey Devon this is a sad write but hits home for me. My dads uncle and cousin would go to the bar every night to drown in their sorrow . I agree with the line sorrow holds a plague of a drink . Cheers on a great write rock
Thanks Rock, how you been man? I never understood why people would rather frequent the bar at least others than these patrons of sorrow, but I always found drinking more of a comfortable solace in my own home. Thanks for the comment and appreciation man, much respect to you peace.
Good job.
What's up Kimmy, thanks man.
Hey D!!......this is a subject I know a LOT about........... so I'd just like to comment on the fantastic use of words and phrasing to create that ~ most perfect ~ ambiance........ allowing your reader to fill in their own story lines in their own minds eye..........smokin' grooves brother........... quite the wordsmith!!.......... well done............. Love and Rockets!!...............T xo
I was wondering if you were going to comment  big bro. I know a little about drowning myself in sorrows but not in a place where others attempt to do the same thing. Iam definitely proud of this one T. Very happy you like it. Peace brother.
OMG !!!! What a Leap !!!!! I will read this again just to bask in the growth !
I find inspiration sometimes from our great ancestor poets and writers. This one possessed me as if it used me to write itself. I feel honored you think so. Thanks brother.
All Poetry uses You to write Itself. And to Right Itself.Â
Without You, it cannot be anchored in any reason to Exist, let alone be Beautiful.
I am familiar with this harmony... and the discords that sing from it... like angels.
That is eloquently said, and I love when it happens. It is a true slice of tranquility when writing like this.Â
Yes it it is, fellow Poet. Yes it Is.
" Yes It Is ! " dammit. Tee Hee.