...
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
cocktails,
clutching to empty bottles
that never live up
to the taste of warm breast milk,
and the screams
of despair
...