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Message In A Bottle
Yesterday,
I found depression
At the bottom of a bottle.
It looked thirsty,
And so
I fed it with my tears.
It held its mouth open,
Eyes wide,
Like a baby bird.
I turned from the mirror,
Appalled at the apparition before me,
What I have been reduced to
By divine intervention.
And yet I am not strong enough,
To do the right thing.
Pushing life to one side,
I poured myself a drink.
Yesterday,
I found depression...
It was drowning in my whiskey.
by beautifuldisaster
posted on 10/19/2009
I found depression
At the bottom of a bottle.
It looked thirsty,
And so
I fed it with my tears.
It held its mouth open,
Eyes wide,
Like a baby bird.
I turned from the mirror,
Appalled at the apparition before me,
What I have been reduced to
By divine intervention.
And yet I am not strong enough,
To do the right thing.
Pushing life to one side,
I poured myself a drink.
Yesterday,
I found depression...
It was drowning in my whiskey.
by beautifuldisaster
posted on 10/19/2009
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Comment by BlackbookPast: Oct 19, 2009 9:40 pm
i know this feeling sadly. im sorry you have to deal with it toComment by monkeyboy2416: Oct 20, 2009 12:59 am
Well leave him drowning.
I pulled him out to drown my sorrows...bugger seldom left after that.
Comment by ghostsprite: Oct 20, 2009 11:32 am
hahaha alcoComment by darknessofcrows: Oct 19, 2009 12:46 pm
I like this, it's kind of sad but still very good. Very good.
Especially that second part, but the entire thing was very well written.
Comment by PrettyOdd: Oct 19, 2009 2:32 pm
Pushing life to one side,
I poured myself a drink.
That's absolutely heartbreaking. It's got such a defeated feel to it. It's beautiful, though, for sure.
Comment by SilentWords: Oct 19, 2009 2:58 pm
Yesterday,
I found depression
At the bottom of a bottle.
I can’t tell you how many mornings I felt this…
I love the ending, very nicely written.
Comment by grunty: Oct 19, 2009 3:53 pm
"It held its mouth open,
Eyes wide,
Like a baby bird."
Now those are just a wonderful lines.
Great work Beauty.
Comment by PsychoDavis: Oct 19, 2009 6:57 pm
Awesome poem makes you think about why people drink.Comment by Telemachus: Oct 27, 2009 5:47 pm
Every bottom of a whiskey bottle is different - it is our duty to investigate them all - but sloooowwwly.