Cheap whiskey
In a coffee mug,
It doesn’t taste great
But It feels better.
The pounding in my head
Is softer now,
The emptiness in my chest
Less heavy to carry,
The days less difficult
To survive.
Oh, how I tell you
How I want to run away
From life itself,
To a warm forest,
Live in a wooden house
Alone, away from the crowd,
And play the guitar,
Sing melancholy songs
Into the emptiness.
Let the despair
Ascend in the air
And fill the woods
With its endless echo.
As inside so outside
Alone, empty,
Distraught yet divine,
Dead but living,
Hurting but fine.



Daily Prompt – Ascend

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Poetry © Copyright 2017, Niharika Jaiswal