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Aug 2016
Forget me my darling
As I try to resolve the situation
My hands are shaking
My mind is needy
I hope to live for one more minute or so
To see you leave with a smile upon your face.

The bottle stared me down
I smashed it upon a stone
I almost cut through my arms
To feel the pain and the blood trickle
But I refrained and cried a little.

You see
I’m losing it all
I’m incomplete
Broken to the core
Trying my utmost
To turn it all around.

My prayers go unheard
They’re focused on her
More so that God
Will I be struck down?

The answer to your question
Is yes
I’m unwilling
And fear ridden.

Make me a drink
Grab me a lover
Sentence me to life
In their arms.

I’m not the cause of all my problems
She left me boiling in the summer sun
Dry in the mouth
Dry on the mind.

I’ll commit to the life
I’ve been given
Just give me another drink
From the fountain of my poison.
Mark McConville
Written by
Mark McConville  Braidwood, Scotland.
(Braidwood, Scotland.)   
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