Clink, Clink Poem by Matthew Holloway
Clink, Clink
I walk home in the evening
To the sound of bottles in a bag
The wine, beer and whisky
Tapping together like morse code
Talking to me clink, clink, clink
Like trying to pass a message
I fail to understand
Clink, clink, clink
It continues step by step
All the way to my door
Following my the stairs to bed
Clink, clink, clink
I pour a glass and rest
Guessing the message
Has been missed
All the way to my door/Following my the stairs to bed/Clink, clink, clink.........sparkling expression my friend! An amazing write..........................10
Good poem on addiction; sometimes one is not even aware of the problem. A 10
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5/2/2024 11:27:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A brilliant expression on addiction and alcohol abuse, The imagery here is amazing. Good write my friend!