Drunken Musings
A poem about whatever I was feeling at the time.
By Stephanie WilsonPublished 10 months ago • 1 min read
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Black rose
Black parade
No hope
Throw shade.
Drink more
Think less
Bad deeds
No rest.
Late night
Dark thoughts
Lost soul
Strength wrought.
Morning light
Dims hate
Sun’s rays
New fate.
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About the Creator
Stephanie Wilson
I am a chronic dreamer and procrastinator.
I've loved writing since childhood and recently I keep finding myself being drawn back to it.
Still trying to figure it all out.
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Comments (3)
Short and powerful, this poem captures the raw emotions of darkness and redemption with striking brevity.
Such short lines and yet they convey such depth of thought. Snappy but real.
This poem feels to me a lot like when my roommate in seminary would set me down with a computer game he'd pirated to figure it out for him. No, no alcohol was involved, just my OCD which took me all the way to daybreak & an awareness that another 3 hour morning class awaited with no sleep.