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Erm... I hope it's okay to post this.

It's the first poetry I've written in awhile, and I'm a bit rusty.

Little Bottles

I just want to forget about
What happened yesterday
I've got to move on with my life
I should be on my way

It hurts too much, I cannot stand
I can't get up or walk
I grope around and grab the key
Attempt to find the lock

I try to sleep off all my pain
But sleep cannot allay
This hurt I feel. I want to scream
I want to run away

The bottles keep my thoughts at bay
They drive her from my mind
The bitterness that they contain
Sole solace I can find

I drink the bottle quickly
I smash it on the floor
The little bottles free my soul
I want to think no more.

wow, I really like it!!^__^

It seems that some of the phrases could be broken down a bit more, but other than that, I love it!^^* very well portrayed! awesome job^^*

*gape*

A...little....rusty..?!

That may well be the best poem I have heard since....I don't know when!

Wow, that was awestome... you do my favorite kind of poetry (as well as the one I usually write!)

And belive it or not - I forgot the title of the post and assumed the first four parts were about Eowyn. Can you belive me!?

Eowyn alter-ego: Made sense to me!

Now it's.... Eomer. Because... well... oh don't make me SAY this!

Eowyn alter-ego: Because Eomer drank heavily, I swear. He was staggering outta the houses of healing like a tipsy boar...

*cough* Erm... whatever.

Hmm... *re-reads* It does sort of seem like Eowyn.

Thanks for the comments, guys.