poetry

Afraid

Afraid

yes
i'm afraid
of the odor
of the cigarettes
left to stink
in the coffee cup

yes
i'm afraid
of the weight
of this booze
upon my breath

yes
i'm afraid
of being
this drunk

yes
i'm afraid
of not knowing
what else
there might be

yes
i'm afraid
this is all
that i'm left 
with

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mrobins71

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