The Feeling

A feeling I can't shake

It's always hidden in my wake

It knows where to turn

where I begin to burn

A shower's hot water

to burn the bad

to hide the tears

that burn hotter

It's here, it's got me

to take me

a feeling I can't shake

it's clear in my wake

Ice rattles against glass

sweet taste of whiskey

to ease this pain

hoping it would pass

A cold slide of a gun

in my hand to strip

the empty barrel

starring down eye level

A song in the background

memories taking ground

to move me on

in its favor

Tears fall down

heart's pounding

body so numb

A feeling I can't shake

It's always clear in my wake

It knows where to turn

where I begin to burn

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like this poem my friend.
"Ice rattles against glass
sweet taste of whiskey
to ease this pain
hoping it would pass"
I try the above a few times. The whiskey wouldn't kill me and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

ce rattles against glass
sweet taste of whiskey
to ease this pain
hoping it would pass

LOVE this part, I really enjoyed this write, so very well written, love the rhyme scheme as well. Awesome