Jesse Pickens - Losing A Friend

As I am awakened by the dazzling rays of the star we call the sun, I am appalled by that peculiar notion, because as I peek out my blinds the day is so dull, thunder rolling ever so treacherous, howling like the night time winds, the trees are usually green but now all I see is the origin, pain in my cranium I begin to feel it spin, as I try to cry out for help my jugular tightens up, I can hardly get any wind, as I lay there on the floor struggling to remember last night's events, I begin to have flashbacks, then I get a glimpse..one sip, two sip, three sips, or four, I see abandoned whiskey bottles and joint papers crumbled on the floor, before you begin to judge, yes I know its a sin, but this is the only way I know to cope, with Losing My Best Friend....

Jesse Pickens

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