empty bottles




the strangest sight,

is to see a grown adult,

misplacing courage to

replace it with sadness,

holding on to a baby blanket,

filled with the holes 

of yesterday's empty promises

and stained with the tears of bitterness,

all because of a fear 

that doesn't even exist,

and a belief that if they were to let go,

there would be nothing at all,

curling up at night after 


clutching to empty bottles

that never live up

to the taste of warm breast milk,

and the screams 

of despair



9inety's picture

a very perceptive piece it ooozes of reality.

I am impressed, these words are the addicts words the words of addiction, and they are like whispers sweeping under doors and through cracks in a floor where life and death, hate and self-loathing are a return to déjà vu it passes for heaven on earth until the afflicted sit at the edge of hell. Reality does not lie... Reality just is.

You have such a fan following it is hard to find a poem that does not have numerous comments.





"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

nightlight1220's picture

Thank you, my wise , dear

Thank you, my wise , dear friend in prose. I value your critiques and have learned so much from your exquisite expression. ♥


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "