He drinks a little more each night.
She's resting in bed.
He wants to scream at her.
But he can't.
Bottles litter the ground.
Stained glass.
But not holy, nor religious.
Beer stains.
He calls out her name.
"Clarissa."
It echoes down the lonely hallway.
She doesn't respond.
His eyes are dry.
He's cried out all his tears.
They collect like raindrops.
She can't hear his sobs.
So he cries louder
But where would that get him?
He's stuck.
In a black abyss.
And he can't escape no matter how hard he tries.
The pain.
His friend calls.
He doesn't want to respond.
White walls and white rooms and bright white lights.
The hospital.
Too much white; it's too cold there.
He's falling.
His thoughts consume him.
And he wants to scream.
But he stays silent.
The swift movement of the knife.
And he collapses to the ground.
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Poetic Pennies For My Thoughts
PuisiJust a few random poems. Some could be co-authored and stuff. I'm not all that good with poetry so I'm just going to devise some myself without any rules. Others might be based off of famous ones but I won't be copying them. So welcome to my strang...
