this evening
there is more to deny
than there is room
in my bourbon glass
it’s too cold to step out for a smoke
numbness still lives
a few towns over
but you can never say
you haven’t been told
this evening
there is more to deny
than there is room
in my bourbon glass
it’s too cold to step out for a smoke
numbness still lives
a few towns over
but you can never say
you haven’t been told
One reply on “what a poet endures”
Superb lines !