Posted in Poetry

I Reach For the Bottle

There is less of me 
now 

Before you
before us

I was more 

More present

Easy 

Today was
effortless

Tomorrow was
expected 

Now
colorless

A bottle of hope
sits on the shelf

I reach
for the bottle
anticipating
the gratifying
descent into oblivion

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
 

*A side note here. Richard Ankers used the words "There is less of me"
in poem recently. I simply had to do something with that phrase.
Thank you, Richard, for the inspiration.

Author:

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

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