Gravitating towards a black hole



"I need another beer", said the drunk.

No appreciation for the love of a magnificent woman by his side,
and ignoring the pleas
from his mother.


Not listening to the cries within, nor the hopes of his brother.

" Let's take another round to forget all the trubbles", idioticly simpel,
outstandingly aloof. Sorrow was his mantel.

" I can help you", tried the therapist, unsure if he really could
" No need" said the drunken man, sitting at the end of his seat.


" I'll see you next week", he said and waived.

Thirsty for the freedom
in a drunken dream.



Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-02-09 at 00:46

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Ivan, I can see by your own awareness that your actions are hurting others, a desire that you will change when the time is right. I see it in the title as well. I can see the struggle within you making you sad. You have opened yourself wide open with this magnificent write. *
~Ashe
2014-02-09


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
The desolation exuding from this character is so deep. Like he's lost all hope and all sense of self-worth that it clouds his view that anything is worth trying, doing or aspiring to in this life. Your text also calls to mind people I've known who battled it out with these demons. These are the thoughts your words provoked for me... this is very good.
2014-02-09


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
When you are down life is secular well done Ivan
2014-02-09