After a bottle of red wine
and a sleeping pill,
I’m still lying here
waiting to
disappear over the hill.
To the place where I can
be a different person.
a life that’s exciting and
my moods never worsen.
I can play a different
character every night,
like the one of the hero
who always wins the fight
or that of the lover
who always gets the girl
and then presents to her
a string of shiny pearls.
Every night it takes
longer to arrive
to this dream world
that makes me feel alive.

poems like short stories…👍
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