The amber colored liquid
flows from the glass past your lips.
You swallow hard
then shiver with eyes closed.
A sad melody plays off in the distance,
lending itself to the drama.
You – wallowing in self-pity,
yet pretending to be stoic –
relishing the madness that constantly surrounds you –
the scene that of some B - rated movie –
and I watch as you anxiously wait
to feed off life’s next misfortune.
Ed
Joyce.
Penned exceptionally well . . . Great!!
Lance
Sheila
God Bless
Lena
style of writing
in what ever subject your thoughts create
Peace & Love
William
Regis
a soul drowning itself-pity
Your words captured a piece of life
Within this beautifully writing poem!
Peace Love and Light....Morning star
your choice of words!!!!
Harold M. Nash
nice...
Art Sun...
It's like the repetition of an acquired pattern.
Axilea
Be always safe,
Karen
Love Tinka
It is sad...sad that they want to be miserable.
Cryssa
Larry
Edwin
hugs
Fee
- Bill
John