In the corner of a room,
a pile of space fills to the ceiling
Amounting to terrible memories and certain aromas luminating on carpets.
Stagering in; drool hanging off my mouth and a dampness in my little red eyes.
I lay on my Bed. Throwing a bottle on that clanking mess I say to myself, "If not for anything else; for the collection."
Please tell me what you think
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I thought it was a good poem
Short and sense full,i liked it!Keep on writing movies!Lisa K Haslett Raytown Missouri! -
fantastic
this was so good,
i loved it and many times i have felt the same way.
i find that if you just surrender life can take a turn for the better.
sometimes giving up can set you free.
candy
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I love how such a simple moment in time can be the inspiration for such a lovely poem. Great expression - almost deadpan. Liked how you let us in on a little piece of your world. Keep it up!
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I'm tired of drinking.
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