An alcoholic close to dying

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
an observation entwined with experience.

Submitted: March 12, 2015

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How far am I from death?

An inch, a mile, a breath

 

Pour more unsteady hands

Graveyards are greener lands

 

Drown. Claim to them at sea.

Not sorrow that killed me

 

Decay of organs begins

So warn them:

The Sour putrid smell of death

The offense of my breath


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