To hide my glossy, bloodshot eyes;
To keep the damage to a minimum.
I am a hermit, incapable
of human communication;
isolated in the armchair of my study.
I drink alone
to drown my miserable memories
that haunt every waking hour;
the tick of the grandfather clock
screams in my ear.
I am a ghost to everyone around me.
I wallow in self pity,
while inspired people erect
skyscrapers around me.
I drink alone,
because I am alone.
A contest entry
- Titles For Everyone!!! by AllYoullNeverHave.
450 points, ended April 13, 2007, 23 entries
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Comments
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Awww, how sad. Very nice job with this poem, though. Very well written. I know what it's like to just want to curl up and hide... Good job with this. Thanks for entering. Good luck.

