Whiskey Memoirs

Morning light through Shuttered blinds Sitting hidden Within obscurity. Memories flickering Like an 8mm film; Handwritten notes Creating mementos Within a musty journal. Ticks of the clock Grow silent; Eyes fixated on The bottle of Wild Turkey. Only the aroma remains. Raising a toast, With an empty glass, Towards happiness Recently snatched away. Replaced with the burdens Of a curse that remain unexplained. Continue reading Whiskey Memoirs