Poetry in Blue

This year has been so bad for me,
Thirteen months of misery.

I ordered a whiskey and just to be mean I poured it all out
Because the glass was clean.

So close to the wall I can feel my hot breath
I’ve gone three weeks without shaving and a year without rest.

Now I’m dirty and tired and feeling bad for myself
Will you pass me the bottle of sweet liquid wealth?

Close all the windows lock all the doors
No one is safe till I bounce off these walls.

I’ve been to the mountain and the edge of its cliff
I'm deep in the night making love with life’s witch.

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