A FULL HOPE
By...
With a bottle of whiskey
Pressed to my lips...
July 21, 2017
Here we go again...
I feel like a empty hole
that used to be filled with a lot of joy and soul...
Broken hearts do make
Bad containers of love...
Everything I touch begins to wither.
Slowly at first, so as not to notice...
I felt like a blue crayon box.
On the outside blue and sad...
dim room, peeling wall,
only my bed and my thoughts...
i write this,
not because you need to read it...
The emptiness I feel inside, I lack the words to...
The loneliness that haunts my soul, leaves me...
Love knocked on my doorstep today.
My heart tried to answer...
The scars on my
heart...