Fate of the Ill-fated

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Edgar Allan Poe - my poem dedicated to my idol of his last few days

Submitted: March 11, 2012

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Fate of the Ill-fated

"Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them" - Edgar Allan Poe


I dreamt of a day I don't remember
It was the thirtieth of some December
Upon which I drank my fill of spirits
My mind was far from being it's clearest
I drank shots upon shots of some liquor
My words were slurred; my head was sicker
Upon which I lost all my self-control
I drank too much spirits for my soul
Drunkenly stumbled into the cold of night
Searching for another tortured soul to incite
Relieved to find I was all alone
Searching for the place that I call home
I staggered and fell into the street
Lying down I had finally met defeat
I openly welcomed the sleep that came
Knowing I would never wake again...


- Copyright © 2012 by 'The Number 42'


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