The empty bottle,
Releases the whisk of
Last night
My loneliness,
Yet completely high.

The sour breath,
Revealing the story of
Our lives
The bitter gone relationship
Yet seemingly fine.

The unknown sound
Ringing in my ear
Far far away
From the coast of your shrine.
Standing alone at the shore
Yet I see the uber shine.

In the middle of nowhere,
I rove through the dry sand
Only to find
A peaceful end.
A dead soul
Waiting for its fate.


4 thoughts on “Empty Life

  1. So strange how finding peace, even with ‘death’, can sometimes be a solace, a medicine to sooth an inconsolable pain.
    I wish no one has to go through this. And yet, you have used this pain and turned that pain into a beautiful poem.

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