Another night feeling so drain
grabbing these rhymes like a champagne
relying on metaphors to keep me sane
gobble it all, release the pain
Im a whiskey stuck in a barrel that I aged in
dark, cloudy, and a soul that weakens
staring blankly, waiting for this cell to open
days passed and tasted this agony that sweetens
Tick, tock says the clock
when will this ever gonna stop
Your memories are more intoxicating than a rum
and now I'm drowning in a state of glum
wondering how long will this last
this is not in any way a blast
but maybe just like a bottle of wine
I hope to be better with time
YOU ARE READING
Poetries from the Witch
Poetry*insert music* 'what are willing to do...' Well Ive decided to write 30 poems for you These are poetries of heartbreak and moving on. Read through my journey of letting go.
