you thought the
bottle
would help.
you were wrong.
it was no
genie
inside that bottle,
it was only
beer.
so
much
beer.
you drank down
every bottle
in sight,
trying to find the
genie.
you never
found it and
you're still
looking.
you're still
drinking yourself to sleep.
you're still
drinking the paycheck
(or lack of one)
away.
and guess what?
the genie doesn't exist.
YOU ARE READING
desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
