It’s the bottom of a dull glass bottle
It’s a remedy, a cure
It’s an empty clink upon the table
It’s a poison, nothing more
These calloused fingers built the house
In which your ungrateful soul resides
Experts in their own craft
Unskilled in handling lies
Your poisoned spirits fill the air
With bitter accusations
Desperate words meant to hurt
Slurred in their formation
It’s the bottom of a dull glass bottle
It’s a remedy, a cure
It’s a heavy clunk upon the table
It’s a poison, nothing more
Kyle is a freelance writer and poet who has spent the better part of a decade sailing the world in search of stronger words and meaning. When not chasing the rising horizon or putting pen to paper, he resides in his home port of Halifax. It is there where his greatest musings rise from the treasured inspiration of his young family.
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