Whiskey Nights

by C Cattaway   Dec 23, 2017

Cigarettes and Irish whiskey,
As the dark night calls.
Take the demons from my head,
And banish each that falls.
Cry the weapons of my heart
That stop me being hurt.
Steal the words within my soul
That they'll be no more curt.

Add the lemon to the glass,
That bitterness will cease
To hold my love for ransom whilst
I spit through gritted teeth.
Drink the whole night, through the hours
When I miss you the most.
Forget all the ways I held you,
When we were engrossed.

Mind the cutting of your tongue,
When you had given hope.
Take the words you whispered,
Wash your mouth out with the soap.
Jumbled. Memories I'd tried
Forgetting, now more jangled.
Secrets. Tales you shared with me
That felt like our minds tangled.

Pour another drink. Light up
Another cigarette.
Closer now, to morning, when
I'll fill with deep regret.
Didn't you enjoy the time
We spent, just you and I?
Now I'm just forgotten, so
In to this glass I cry.

Copyright C Cattaway 2017


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  • 9 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love your style - it pierces the soul and is so pensive and honest. Also, in this poem, you have me craving both cigarettes and whiskey. These memories take us on such a journey, there's such a desperate cry to forget them yet they've already affected us, made us who we are now.

    • 9 months ago

      by C Cattaway

      One of the few times I managed to rhyme what I was actually wanting to write :-) x

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