I glanced drunkenly into the near-empty bottle.
In the viscous alcohol I saw
my face,
rippled and twisted
like a garish Mr. Hyde.
I laughed at the carnival mirror,
so accurately reflecting
every facet
of my, oh, so petulant features.
Every flaw and misconception
brought to life in
errant ripples
at the bottom of a pit,
too deep to reach.
I cast the bottle aside and hailed for another,
in the hopes that I
(eventually)
might see
something
far, far better.
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I love this because it reflects my emotion right now 😞
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Thank you. Stay strong 😔
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💪❤
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👍😃
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My emotions and drunkness to the T right now 😞😢😰
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Take care and look after yourself. The tunnel’s shorter than you think 🙂
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Love you poems 😀👌
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Hey, thanks so much! 🤓😃
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The last paragraph touched me .
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Thanks, glad you liked it 🙂
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I don’t think that we ever find something good at the bottom of a bottle of spirits. We find it in community. The poem is excellent but sad.
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Thanks! The poem is about the irony of believing that the bottle will make you better. 🙂
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This is the sad part of the movie. So tragic.
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Yeah, but movie-goers love the drama 😉
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And it almost always gets better. Can’t wait for another romance poem. Haha. 😅
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Another sad and failed romance poem in another few days, Michael 😉
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You have amazing poetry 🙌
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Thank you so much! 😃🙏👌🤓😇👅❤️🙂😃
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Haha that’s okay I just figured you were happy Haha
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😃
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Sorry, I have no idea what emojis mean what lol
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