Tonight
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ghostfulWhat I feel is what you get
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Tonight

by ghostful

I am tired tonight

Converged in ghostly shivers

A bottle full of rum

Tonight I am made

Of silver flesh

And scorched breath

And I miss you

I need a drink

I don't want to think

Tonight

My thoughts are blinking

A sinking feeling

In my chest

And all the rest is but a blur

My words slur

As I sour over the phone

I miss you

There's something lousy

About sitting alone on a Saturday night

Drinking

Seething

With feelings that never expired

An empire of everything

I've tried to forget

I miss you

But it doesn't matter

Because the next morning

I'll still wake up alone

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whoneedsanameBronze Commasicknessandshards.tumblr.com
10 months agoReply
This is sad and beautiful

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
Oh, what a plaintive voice is in the poem. Your wording and arrangement of verse kept hammering away at the theme of aching loneliness. Great poem!!

sydneyVerifiedco-creator of Commaful
10 months agoReply
Well written!!