A Wednesday

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Little poem I wrote one wednesday afternoon.

Submitted: June 24, 2008

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Submitted: June 24, 2008



“Life is too heavy,”
I think to myself.
Swaying in my room alone,
I can smell wet cardboard.
There is orange citrus rind
Stuck underneath my fingernails
And I can barely stand.
The walls are dancing and my
Face is numb.
The whiskey bottle stares at me
Still a quarter full.
I look up at the ceiling and
Curse at God,
And flicking off a deity I fall
To the floor.
I can smell crimson as I
Raise myself back up.
This frown on my face
Will not go away,
Though I’ve yelled at it
To disappear.
With every beat,
My heart sends the
Liquor deeper into my veins.
Outside, the sun is sweating
And I think I hear
A dog bark.
For the rest of the day
I’ll struggle to stand on
This hard carpet floor.
“Leave me alone,”
I tell my shadow.
But he won’t go.

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