The Bottle.

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The Bottle.

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The Bottle. The Bottle.

Poem by: Tyrone Slade

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Genre: Poetry

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The help of the bottle

Summary

The help of the bottle

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Submitted: January 02, 2007

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Submitted: January 02, 2007

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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

Ofan emptywhiskey 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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