Well Whiskey

by Twisted Heart   Apr 6, 2007


As the bottle tips from lifeless fingers
The darkness pits against the wall
In the cool air, a stench still lingers
As footfalls sound out in the hall

Against the darkened shadows cast
Inside the room where bedding fell
Among the feelings of the past
Lie memories lost in this shell.

Too many nights the pain was waiting
Alone within the slumbered dreams
And though they came anticipating
Wounds to the soul burst at the seams.

No hope surviving from the hunger
That beats within the drink in hand
Just bits of hell that pull it under
And sifts among the pain that stands.

Now lifeless arms hold to the whiskey
A savior to the soul is thought
Blood dead eyes no longer seeing
As once again the bottle drops.

    report violation
1


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 17 years ago

    by Autumn

    I've been through this in my life to it was so hard.

    I like your poem it was very good.

    I love the words that you used.

    Keep on writting and keep up the good work

    Take care.
    Autumn

  • 17 years ago

    by KemistryKia

    I luv it....very well written

  • 17 years ago

    by Dado

    Now lifeless arms hold to the whiskey
    A savior to the soul is thought
    Blood eyes dead and no longer see
    As once again the bottle drops.

    beautiully beautiful

  • 17 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    "Just bits of hell that pull it under
    And sifts among the pain that stands."

    How beautifully you sum up the pain in these words! this is a masterpiece truly

    peace
    shobhana

  • 17 years ago

    by Lu

    I just can't choose a favorite part because the entire piece just grips my heart and makes me want to cry.

    A savior to the soul is thought
    ^^^
    If only my brother could read these words ... and understand
    I pray he someday will!

    Touching read Jeannie.
    Take care Auntie
    Luanne

Read All Comments (8)

More Poems By Twisted Heart