Heartbreak Spirit
I’m putting another gin in that chasm
where my heart used to be,
and another is going into that desert
that used to be a tear dropp sea.
The anguish and torment I’m feeling
is about to be sodden with gin.
My memories will sink as an anchor
to the abyss of my mind’s garbage bin.
I’m going to drown my intuition,
so it can’t be used again.
My emotions will also be swamped.
Yes, I’ll be rat arsed, but free from pain.
poem by Orlando Belo
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