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Phoning It In
by V. Blakei'm black and blue
from being
subtly bludgeoned
by the brutality
of loneliness.
but i've been told
that there's
no disappointment
that beer
can't cure.
bottom's up. 01/30/2010 Author's Note: Poemuary entry #30.
Posted on 01/31/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/31/10 at 04:14 AM It's called 'self-medicating' for a reason I suppose...and having more than my share of nights that feature that particular colour scheme, I can only say that I hope you found a bit of a smile at the bottom of the glass...which in my case is a coffee cup! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/06/10 at 05:26 PM This is one of those poems that causes me to say: "Hmmmm... hadn't thought of that." "That" being the brutality of loneliness. It is easy to discern the harm of hurt, but loneliness can be just as difficult. And the temporary respite of a good cool one can be nice. |
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