Love Poem: No Love Just Whiskey
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Written by: Nick Evans

No Love Just Whiskey

Bottle of whiskey all alone,
Full to the brim reaching out,
When is someone going to take me?
Feed me?
The thirst calls,
Waiting, wanting, teasing,
Aborting all rational,
One last sip,
One last taste,
Feeding passion,
Releasing doubt into the night,
Old friends play,
Confidence progresses at time passes,

Am I thinking straight?
Everything seems clear now,
My mind at rest,
I am the best,
Take me to the land of dreams,
Take me to the place whereby control is compromised,
Freedom!
Sure,
Strong,
Complete.






Nick Evans