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Personal (Melancholy) I drink a couple
ounces of tequila
to numb my thoughts.
I put on a game show
to see if trivia
can slow the tears.
Somehow it helps to
get past the sorrow
in my heart.
Though gloomy,
I'm no longer
a puddle.
Still immovable,
I mark this day
as a total waste.
With your customary poetic
With your customary poetic skill, you depict a very bleak prospect indeed; and one which, I suspect, happens far too often and far too extensively. I also think that most people are unable to articulate it---but this poem definitely provides expression of it, and that will help others who are unable to make such an expression.
Starward