Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: A Sour Fortress Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Wednesday 3/31/2021 11:14:00 PM

 time simmers. a heavy pot over the open flame of our hearts. 

we gather our pebbles. desperate to break the windows that remain locked. 

the rain falls loudly on hollow houses. 

we swallow our truth while shouting our lies. 

strangers in our own skins. searching for the missing light switch in all of this darkness. 

the small moments are the ones that tend to linger. 

we're liars. full of promises we can never hope to keep. 

children in a fairy tale. our breadcrumbs depleted. 

we're architects. creators of a world that's destroying us.

the war is over, but the battle is not. 

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