The drink I keep piling on,
The disappointment of loss,
The feeling of being broken,
Nobody left to love.
I feel like I'm sinking underneath
A ship that has been wrecked for years.
The feeling I can't breathe from
The gushing of tears.
The feel of drowning from
The fear of failure.
It's going to happen just ride the storm
And see how much pain you can endure.
Put down the drink, that's not needed to survive.
Don't throw it away, live the best life
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry by James Matthews includes all his best poems plus special previews of his new works
