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The Bottle.

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

The help of the bottle

Submitted:Jan 2, 2007    Reads: 150    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

I feel like I'm spinning,

In depression,

Everything is lessened,

I see myself thinning.

�I sip from the bottle...

Pressure gets increased,

Deeper as I sink,

Gritting my teeth,

In my armor, another kink.

�And sip from the bottle....

It is so hard to see tomorrow,

Looking through the thick glass

Of�an empty�whiskey bottle,

�Full of liquor, I still feel hollow....

Too unbalanced to move straight,

A slow and unsteady pace,

What do you see?

I see a failure,

I can't stand my own face,

Alone in this quiet, dark,

And frozen race.

�I slip in a bottle....


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