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The Release Of His Pain

by Colleen Millsteed 2 months ago in sad poetry · updated 2 months ago
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Life is short but this was bigger

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The weekend is here, it’s Friday night,

As he walks into his local watering hole,

Determined to drink himself stupid,

Because of his broken heart she stole.

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“A beer if you’ll please,” he requests of the bartender,

“Keep them coming, one or two just won’t do,”

As he tips his glass to his friends and throws it back,

We can see it’s going to be a big night with a lot more than a few.

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His heart is bleeding on his sleeve,

Torn and shredded by that girl he loved deeply,

She tossed it aside without a care or a backward glance,

Loudly mind you, she certainly didn’t break his heart discreetly.

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He tosses the second beer down,

Realising it’s not got what it takes,

“Bartender, drop the hard liquor if you will,

This beer’s not going to fill the cracks and breaks.”

***

As the whiskey is poured he yells,

“Skip the rocks if you don’t mind, I’ll take it neat,”

First glass burns on its way down,

But his heart is in so much pain he can’t feel the heat.

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As you can imagine he was a dribbling mess after a few hours,

We had to see him home that night,

Tossing him on top of his bed as his tears flowed,

He was left with no more fight.

***

We tried to tell him that life is too short,

But this girl had really bought him to his knees,

For weeks he stumbled through this thing called life,

Nursing his heartbreaking mental disease.

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He soon discovered no amount of alcohol would do the trick,

As his pain and torment was bigger than it all,

No escape, suffering day after day,

He never stumbled and tripped, no she’d made him fall.

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This was bigger than he could handle,

As he welcomed the end of his darkness, his brood,

No goodbyes, no excuses,

This was bigger than him, a larger magnitude.

***

We buried him under his favourite shady tree,

Knowing he was now at peace,

Although he couldn’t comprehend the pain it caused us,

He was laid to rest, his pain and suffering now released.

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Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Mariann Carroll2 months ago

    I did not expect that ending. Death could really mean peace.

  • Cathy holmes2 months ago

    Sad ending.

  • Omg! I did not expect that ending! That's just so sad. I could feel his pain. Extremely heartbreaking. I saw that you've also wrote a poem from Her POV. Will check it out now! 😁

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