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I Begin To Write
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From Darker Times to escape the screams of silence pounding through my head
is but a bottle and a poem
in my drunken stupor I just somberly grin and think of all the times
I've seen places where coins were something to steal
where painted ladies were bought for a time
desperation creeps through your mind like a sly tavern whore
through clouds of smoke and squalor just to make a dime
my scattered reflection from the broken bathroom mirror
stares back at me like a thousand shards of cold winter steel
a fractured portrait if I do say so Myself
to escape the screams of silence pounding through my head
is but a bottle and a poem and in my drunken stupor
I begin to write
~ D Donner ~
