There’s fiery ash inside my lungs
Burnt up cancer lurking on my tongue.
My liver is pickled from apathetic drinking,
body screams in protest every time I think bout sinking:
one more shot of whiskey,
one more pint of beer.
A stumble in confusion of how I wound up here.
And I can’t help but think I’m an absolute failure.
But it’s this stupid fucking town that’s got me so frustrated.
Personally disordered 
It’s always the stupid fucking town. Always.
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What a great poem! Raw, personal and untethered, just as poetry should always be.
Thank you so much for following me at, “Through The Cracked Window”, I truly appreciate it.
-Stephen
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Thank you so much, what a great poem – ever motivating!
No worries, looking forward to seeing more of your work!
Have a great day xx ❤
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