Tears taste like memories
Of something I once had.
Lost, and not returned to me,
I'm missing from my bed.
A place that I called home -
The laughter of my son, the smile of my wife
Echo in my mind like some half forgotten poem.
Failure has a flavor,
It's the burn of alcohol.
Drinking much too quickly,
To forget of how I've fallen.
Wash away the taste of these tears,
Welcome the numbness
And silence these memories;
When happy thoughts are painful
And memories bring sorrow
It's easy to embrace that mindless slur
But at night, when I'm sober and awake
And everything else is quiet
I will always taste those memories.
A contest entry
- What haven't I read yet? by Antebellum.
500 points, ended August 4, 82 entries
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Wow! That evokes many feelings man! I myself was divorced way back, and had two girls I had to leave behind in Orlando. I wasn't drinking then. I do some now tho. I went to her wedding to make sure it was final. They'd invite me to their place for supper all the time. Very sad, for sure. You know you have a great gift when you can make someone feel something by mere words! Bravo, and thanks for again for joining!
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Sad...but stunning.
I love the ending, and how its worded.
thanks for entering,
goodluck -
OMG!
Sad but still an amazing write...
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a good poem, ah the booze, it grabs people when they are feeling down for sure, and then it will spin them around the hallways of madness with aplomb! hehehe
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