Empty Liquor Bottles

Wrote this at 18… I guess back then I knew I had a problem…

Empty Liquor Bottles

The pen writes at full throttle

Dancing around empty liquor bottles

Envision tomorrow’s prophecies of sorrow

Heartbreaks of magnitude details…

Luckily the heart was hollow.

The many beers taken with pills

Reflecting the years of being ill

If only agony could kill

This pain wouldn’t be real

But it sits still and continues to build.

Waking up everyday despite no cure

Anyway it takes to endure

Pains so pure

The hand cramps in hurt

Still the pen writes at full throttle

Dancing around empty liquor bottles…

Luckily the heart was hollow.

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