He Drank
Until He Was Empty
He drank until he was empty
And the blackness became a peaceful void
Passed out in permanent slumber
His soul extravagantly released his delusions of love
A place where loneliness and despair
Are nothing but mere thoughts
Simply self-defined concepts
Of who he was not
Denying his truth
It was all an illusion
Based on the expectations of others
He buried himself under
A liquid cloak of nothingness
He drank until he was empty
Until he fell in the blackness
And the blackness became a peaceful void
-Julie O’Hara, 2023
- Julie O'Hara 2023
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