Tuesday, 24 July 2012

At The Bottom of Every Bottle

The drama of real life
Unfolding
Slowly in a love
In a dream

Surreal
Fading in a bottle
Of increasing madness

There!
There it is!
A Thought
Racing through a sky...

Chased, by a drink
Gone
Before it starts

The hollow echo
Of a lonely heart
Pounding in a chest
Of a dying soul

Drowning in a love
With the stench
Of too much Vodka
And too much hate

One cannot love, if not loved
The booze numbs my pain
While it slowly kills the beauty of my soul

Katherine McGinn

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