Poems from the Bar

By Jason Wallace

Poems that are great for drinkin'! Some of them should be made into songs. In fact, several have been. If you just want something to pass some time while having a few, here you go. Poems for almost any occasion of drinking.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Wallace
• Release date: Apr 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311982650

Jason Wallace

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Poems from the Bar

By Jason Wallace

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Poems from the Bar

Copyright © 2015 by Jason Wallace

I leave the light on

Down there

Don't nobody care

About where I've been

Or about my shame

The darkness, it just scares

Me right into a stare

At the wall

Where I used to

Trace your name

I'm as empty as that place

Where there ain't nothin

But where I used to touch

Your face

And I'd get lost

Having everything I fought to save

Tonight, I don't think

That I could put down my drink

And have to go back to that

Lonely, lonesome home

Where it all leaves me all alone

And there's no one there to hear me say

That I wish with all my might

That each and every night

You'd at least, in a dream, come my way

It all ended wrong

But I couldn't carry on

If I didn't have a... memory

And all along,

I've been down, and I've been drawn

Into a hole without my soul but with... misery

Every minute is a sentence like I've been jailed

But I know it ain't jail cuz it's just my own Hell

And the penalty is death, so slow that it chokes

Out all my breath

And I don't have anything

Tonight, I don't think

That I could put down