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Whispers and Whiskey

My only sanctuary is pencil and paper.

A solace cradles my heartĀ 

As my body flushed the pain to the page

I question my destinyĀ 

And pray for death.Ā 

Like knives the memories carve out homes in my mind.

Rigid little scars never to healĀ 
And always a poison to every happy thought.

I write of sorrow as if she were a lover lost to timeĀ 

I whisper of regret like he’s seated next to meĀ 

I vomit the words I knowĀ 

To explain the things I can’tĀ 

The world may be real

But my mind can convince me otherwise

I’m drowning in the ocean I createdĀ 

And the water is cool on my lungs

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Anthony Yormesor

"I write of sorrow as if she were a lover lost to timeĀ 
I whisper of regret like he’s seated next to me"

I bear the same sentiment as a writer. A well crafted piece. Thumbs up. Thanks for sharing.

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