By John Patrick Robbins


These are the last pages I will ever write for you.
My lines are far to worn my thoughts spent in false hopes now buried by my ever clear and present vices.

Tears no longer remain,  and the storm washed clean ever present reminder that I can never truly drink away.

The past if you are not careful will bury you in regrets.

Nothing burns better than the thoughts that could have changed it all.

I fight more than you can ever fathom , and I know true words fall flat upon deaf ears turned that way so  long ago by me.

This was never a mystery I could never solve.

It was simple as life and death.
Truth is stranger than fiction I have lived it one page turn at a time.

I cannot pen them anymore for what entertains you is destroying me.

These are my finale words.

John Patrick Robbins is the editor and chief of the Rye Whiskey Review and Under The Bleachers .

He is also the author of A Cold Beer Beats A Warm Heart published by Alien Buddha Press and available on Amazon.

His work has been published here at The Academy Of Heart And Mind , Angry Old Man Magazine , Red Fez , Romingos Porch , Horror Sleaze Trash , Ariel Chart , Outlaw Poetry Network , The Whiskey Writer , Blue Pepper ,Spill The Words.

His work is always unfiltered.

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