Jack, Old No. 7
To some you are the problem
yet he views you as the solution
your burn extinguishes a fire within.
He fails to see
you're only the answer for tonight.
This short term fix is all he knows
he slaps a band aid on the gaping wound.
Tilting the bottle back, he finally feels
that sense of nothing he’s craved all day.
His body numb and eyes half closed
emptiness consumes his soul.
That painful memory has been drowned,
only to resurface with the morning sun.
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