Write a few poems


poetry by D.e.e.L

i’m drinking scotch
as the roommate’s drinking wine

i’m dying

the moonlight breaks the sky
as an artificial one shines through my window
through the blinds

there is nothing to watch on T.V
i’m about ready for bed
but words keep coming to me
i fear until i’m dead

a moment of silence
doesn’t come very easily
unless numbed by the water
that’s been distilled in a refinery

but this night
next night
the one before it and the last
the night sky
the window’s light
won’t matter soon
it’ll pass

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