Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: The Weather in our Footsteps Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Wednesday 9/21/2022 10:45:00 PM

 time is a slow assassin. foul with the echoes of when. sharp with the choices to come. 

we move through these heavy skins. hungry to be bruised. 

scavengers with gravity in our pockets. waiting for the sky to collapse. 

the end is the only promise we can keep. 

as we collect our dirty pennies. and stand over the edge to watch them fall.

numb with misspent wishes. 

we lock our doors and look under our beds.

only to discover that the monsters are real. 


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