October 2, 17October 2, 17JJLeave a Comment

Non Poem

Tonight this isn’t a poem,
Just a culmination of my thoughts.
I guess I’ll lay alone,
With a bottle in hand.

Tonight I won’t fear,
Tonight I won’t feel.
Tonight I just wait,
Till sleep caresses my head.

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