Drowning in a Single Malt

Hello there,

Yes, I realise I haven’t posted in a long time and when I did it was not incredibly interesting to say the least. Well, anyway, for those of you that might see this, I wrote two new poems over the past two days. Both are a bit gloomy and if I’m honest, I’m not really happy with either of them. But the internet has taught that it is always better to get some second opinions and criticism.

 

Drowned

I drown again
in the whirlpool of life,
floundering helplessly
and unable to stop.

Caught, and faith abandoned;
charred remains litter the bedside,
lonely and forgotten.

Fuelled by history
and ignited with a phrase;
what have you
and I become.

M.W.D Lewis
28/01/2014

It was only written yesterday and has had minimal editing. So please, all criticism welcome.

The Single Malt

A single malt,
aged about 27 years;
You should be ripe,
but instead you’re bitter.

The cork cracked
and crumbled away;
The label faded
and you forgot who you were.

Reputation and friends
eroded away.
Your flavour to strong,
for them to bare.

Now you’re lonely,
untouched and unloved.
Occupied by
a time long gone.

M.W.D Lewis
29/01/2014

This has had barely been edited. Let me know what you think. I realise neither are in my normal style of writing, but I praise my sudden poetry revival. I won’t lie, I can hardly remember the last time I wrote. So, watch this space… I suppose.

Yours Gratefully,

M.W.D. Lewis

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