Ever wonder why we drink? To get rid of those memories. 24th April 2006


Detriment.

Do you remember?

 

I remember only the pain.

 

Can you feel me?

 

Like it was yesterday.

 

Do you cry?

 

Every night I search.

 

Is it my smile?

 

A love that hurts.

 

Did you see?

 

Only the pack of lies.

 

When?

 

I’ve longed all my life.

 

The last words were?

 

Nothing, a silence.

 

What is it you feel?

 

A craving for violence.

 

 

So, I drink.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 17:59

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Kathy Lockhart
John, powerful write here. It pounded loudly in my spirit. Pain, heartache, rejection all serve up intense emotion. I feel it in your poem.
2006-04-26



I am floored.
Powerful, truthful,
unapologetic, and eloquent.
2006-04-26


Christian Ward
This is such an honest poem, every word feels ripped out of your heart. Makes you want to weep after reading.

Thanks for the journey
2006-04-25


penfold18
Lot of truths here John,but its not the answer just a blanket,but at least you've put this in the ball park, well done.
2006-04-24


lynn
i really like this poem a lot!!! this is a great write and keep them comming!!!!
*bookmarked*
lots of love from amber lynn
2006-04-24