Bottle of Sweet Depression
By Abilene
The hard truth lies within 100 cigarettes One hundred thoughts or more Inside 16 ounces of glass. Shattered was the memory On my weather-beaten window sill Battered was my heart, residing in humid gusts of grief The lonliness I know sits in that bottle, Homicide too, homicide & rain. My body is crushed within That little, despicible bottle! The way it's shaped, Isn't and can't be trusted, And can't ever be forgotton My sweet depression.This was written at a full blown adolescent stage, where feelings seem so strong- (homicide?- I was too gutless) Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 07:07 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The hard truth lies within 100 cigarettes..."