Man lying in the street
Bottle by his side
Kids in another state
His wife has died
Numbing his pain in a
Bottle of liquid fire
Finding out whiskey
Is nothing but a liar
Tears come as he pours
The whiskey down
Pain still there
Coldness surrounds
Clocks tick on...as sands from an Hourglass....
Giving out of time.....going too Fast.....
Little girl on her bed
Tears on her face
She feels like she don't
Belong anyplace
Daddys at the bar again
She wished he'd stay
She can't bear his rage
For another day
Bruises on her body
Sore and alone
No one to protect her
Since her Mommy's gone
Clock ticks on...as sands from and Hourglass...
Giving out of time...Going too
Fast...
Man holding a gun
World spinning around
His wife walked out
Living somewhere downtown
Deafening silence
Can't take anymore
His life ended when she
Walked out the door
Darkness engulfing him
Like the claws of death
Waiting like a vulture
For his last breath
Clock ticks on...as sands from and Hourglass....
Giving out of time......going to
Fast...
Powerfuly written peice of work and very sad and true as well. Poignant write Linda, love Theresa.
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2007
Humanity seems to court tragedy as innocent victims suffer the consequences of mistakes made by others, as time slips by, without any concern. Reality can be so sad and painful when love and commitment go out the window because we succomb to our human weaknesses. A timely and well written piece...
~Butch Howard
You always seem to pin down the realities in life experienced by so many people in their tragedies and struggles. Sadly they cannot cope and turn to either the bottle or drugs & neglect themselves and others in their lives. Beautifully done, Linda
Amor
What a powerful write my friend...full of sadness that unfortunatly fills our nation today. So many family's are torn apart by alcohol and drugs. I see it more each year within our children at school, as time goes by little lives are being destroyed by adults whom don't know where to turn for help, other than a bottle, needle, or pill. Sad, but true. Powerful write, the repetition only instills the urgency for help that is so desperately needed...outstanding offering my friend, touched my heart...I think we all have someone within our family somewhere who has felt the cruel hand of abuse due to alcohol or drugs...my husband and I both have extended family members who have and continue to suffer, all we can do is pray for the Lord to intervene before it's too late as it has been for others in the past. Very moving, indeed!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Linda,
This is good and touched a nerve. I lived in a bottle for years and found that the pain, sorrow, grief and everything else forlorn was still there. Alcohol is cunning, baffling and powerful, just waiting to pounce. Great job of writing!
This poem really has emotional depth. A great write. It is sad that so many people in the world use that old whiskey bottle like a pleasure ride into hell.
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Amor
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Another innocent victim
The world takes
When vows forsake.
DWB
Each grain is a soul in despair. Expertly done my friend. Bless You Always, Paul.
Fee
Walt
well penned, Linda ...
This is good and touched a nerve. I lived in a bottle for years and found that the pain, sorrow, grief and everything else forlorn was still there. Alcohol is cunning, baffling and powerful, just waiting to pounce. Great job of writing!
George
Be safe,
Karen
Allen
It Ran Out Of Time...Humanity Is Simply Caught Up In Its Own Inequities-
SELF CENTERED $ GREED...
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Love Tinka
Thanks,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hugs, Laura