Dying Inside

He felt like he could almost
hear the whiskey whisper,
night after night

I’ll set you free,
I’ll kill your pain,
I’ll break your chains
Come drink of me

It took him a while to realize
It was all lies
and at the end of the day
there was a heavy price

Slowly but surely, he was dying inside

©J.N.R Dutton,2019

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son. View all posts by J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)