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Graveyard Shift by Sue

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Graveyard Shift by Sue

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Hello,

I have a new poem entitled Graveyard Shift. The poem is about succumbing to addiction and what made me quit said addiction. I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!


Graveyard Shift
I’m filling in for someone else
This isn’t my time of day

I tell myself
As I shift to my shelf
And reach for the Tanqueray
One month goes by smoothly
No headaches; not woozy
I might like this time of night
My troubles won’t move me
My life is improving
And everything feels alright

One month and one half
Things aren’t going so bad
And work will always get done.
But not before booze
Another shot of Grey Goose
I’m trying to have some fun!
Take troubles away
Liquid sword …Eradicate,
So I can get something done!
So much for that plan
My cup drops from my hand
While my nap is seen by the Sun

Just clocking in
A forceful sit with my spin
Staring up into the night sky
Two hours till sunlight
A wasted, clear night
Is this all I know of my life?
This whirlwind of lust
Quickly turned to disgust
As I spin with my bottle of Gin
I lay in the grass
For the whirling to pass
Praying for daylight again

I watched myself die
With the bloodshot of my eyes
And the crack of my throat and face
And my liquid sword
Was nothing more
Than illusion and my decay
I was lying to think
That I couldn’t sink
In “The Tonic that washed pain away”
And there’s nothing I’ll miss
Of the Graveyard shift
It isn’t my time of day.
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Re: Graveyard Shift by Sue

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Very thought provoking. I feel like there is something here that I don't understand though, which isn't necessarily unusual, symbolism often escapes me, I am a "cement" thinker sometimes LoL
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Re: Graveyard Shift by Sue

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froglipz wrote:Very thought provoking. I feel like there is something here that I don't understand though, which isn't necessarily unusual, symbolism often escapes me, I am a "cement" thinker sometimes LoL
I don't know for sure, but I think the "this isn't my time of day" part may have confused you?
I say this because I never really drunk much, especially until the next morning, so when I say "I'm filling in for someone else" I'm saying it as if I'm walking in someone else shoes because this is not what I do...until I became hooked. I say the same thing near the end of the poem because I cannot destroy myself any longer with wasted nights in over intoxication.

Also, I call it the Graveyard shift because every night, like clockwork, I would get drunk until the wee hours of the morning, and I always tried to push the pain I felt away with alcohol.

Thanks for the feedback I really appreciate it and I hope I cleared the poem up a bit for you! Let me know if I can clarify more :)
Last edited by SueMe on Fri Aug 14, 2015 1:59 am, edited 2 times in total.
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