Array
(
[sid] => 141292
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A week
[time] => 2008-04-01 06:52:49
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => yet another day after that night before,
it was three days in a row,
my mind slips out from this world,
my body restless,
i am home and laying on my bed,
morning arrives and i am alone,
i pull out the rouge bottle,
i empty out the packet,
one glass of wine,
one large white line,
three days slip into four,
there is a knock at the door,
thats my soul,
saying goodbye
[comments] => 3
[counter] => 254
[topic] => 66
[informant] => zooyork_chick
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => drugabuse
)
If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=141292 |