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


The Merry Go Round

One of my old poems

All his so called “jobs” have been for peanuts
Nothing quite working out like he planned
Now he’s back to the drawing board again
He tries to hide his frustration
But when everything feels like it’s in vain
It really feels like he’s stuck on a merry go round
or worse, the crazy train

©J.N.R Dutton,2019