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Jun 2014
Dredging through beer cans
In a house of hideous memories
Barking at the clock
To move slower
As I don't want my life to perish
Just yet.

These times are hard
As I drink more to numb the pain
A pain so potent and chronic
Emotional pain that features
Demons that are melodic
As the say sing the final song.

I can't erase the injustice
I've betrayed my own self-worth
I was so optimistic
Now I'm negative
Following the trend of a drunk.

The night sky
Frightens me
I want light
So much light.
Mark McConville
Written by
Mark McConville  Braidwood, Scotland.
(Braidwood, Scotland.)   
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