Drowning my Sorrow

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Drinking to ease the pain of passing. There is strong language, be warned. I wrote this to compensate for my lack of inspiration while jotting a tragic romance.

I used to write a lot of poetry, but never kept any of it. My good friend Cal recently outed himself as a poet and gave me the courage to try my hand at it once more.

Submitted: February 02, 2012

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Copyright © 2012, by Jen Hausfeld. All rights reserved.

 

Drowning my Sorrow

 

Tip the glass, drink it down.

The final bend, the turn-around.

Your hand is cold,

I fill the glass again.

When will it end?

 

You gasp my name…

But no, it’s just those ragged breaths.

(Alcohol’s making me drowsy.)

Don’t struggle, don’t fight;

you can’t stop the night.

 

The drink burns as it descends,

But your cold hand pierces me still.

I won’t cry, not yet.

Let you believe I’m stronger than that.

 

You told me I was stronger,

you said I was a fighter.

So I fought everyone, I fought them all.

The doctors and nurses,

even that fucking white wall.

 

I fought them for you.

Every one of those bastards

who said you wouldn’t come back.

But they were right and you were wrong.

There’s no one left to attack…

But you.


You’re leaving me.  Why?

What did I do?

What didn’t I do?

Don’t you love me?  I love you.

 

No?

 

Then I’ll tip the glass and drink it down.

There’s no one left who’ll turn you 'round.

They gave up on you, let you slip away.

But not me. I’m still here and I still pray

to the gin gods.  I pray that

the nurses don’t see my flask.

I pray they don’t see me fill the glass again.


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