I'm No Hemingway by John Patrick Robbins at Spillwords.com

I’m No Hemingway

I’m No Hemingway

written by: John Patrick Robbins

 

We turn to vices when people let us down.
Booze keeps me company since so many have left me cold.

I have damn near froze to death waiting for you.
Empty hours and the graveyards promise.

Give charm to legends and bury fools all the same.

Every drink is simply a need left to decay.
A promise never kept and a ready excuse.

I’m killing myself slowly cause I’m no Hemingway you see.

The passion didn’t dry up.
It just never suited my needs.
Being alone you will see ghost easily within the shadows.

I can’t stop the train already halfway off the tracks.
You can’t live for the fix.
For a return to the ordinary will drown you in self pity and well meant goodbyes.

I put the gun back in my dresser.
Climbed into bed and just laid there in the dark.

I was no Hemingway.

John Patrick Robbins

John Patrick Robbins

John Patrick Robbins, is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review and Black Shamrock Magazine. His work has been published in Fearless Poetry Zine, Punk Noir Magazine, Piker Press, San Pedro River Review, San Antonio Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Sacred Chickens, Odd Ball Magazine, 1870 Magazine. His work is always unfiltered.
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