Solitude
by Melvin (the persona)
Another bottle of whisky
drowning in my own misery
Wrapped within solitude
swallowed up in deep sorrow
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
One bullet in the chamber
numb-cold-despair without hope
Body useless
this heart beaten down and broken
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
Shadows of death
keep hanging around
Whispering my name
like thunder in my heart
Feels like the end of the world
slipping myself into darkness eternal
This poem was written in the bunk during a weekend guard, the persona was lamenting the fact that being singular is pathethic; with no one to share his whiskey, drowning his sorrows pitifully alone, on Sept, 24th, 2006.
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