Posted in loss / death, original

Smell Of Beer

The smell of beer elicits fear

but mainly with disdain

He cowers in the dark, only to let the monster out

 

The smell of beer elicits fear

but mainly with distaste

He holds my hand only to let it go

He gets lost in the mist of bubbling beer

 

The smell of beer elicits fear

the fear I hate most

To let go of the one who held the world

within an empty beer mug

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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