Dimly lit lights
Expose the despair
from within
Of men sitting and drinking
At a personal alter
made of wood
Stained by use and lust
mixed in pain
Still they sit
Women with dilemmas
linger close by
Waiting to be heard
As all are interrupted
by cell phones
Still they sit
Some with pockets
That contain items
to add to their misery
In forms of vegetation
to burn
Pills to swallow
Dust to snort or injected
All to be digested
In hopes to change the decor
Still they sit and drink
with no happy endings
Leaving them torn apart
Thrashed
Pulled like pork
Until all expectations
are lost
Waiting for the answer
to their fate
Blaming others
never themselves
In the interim
Still not received
They sit and drink
to tolerate their own self-indulgence
Again……
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:23 PM UTC
Dimly lit lights
Expose the despair
from within
Of men sitting and drinking
At a personal alter
made of wood
Stained by use and lust
mixed in pain
Still they sit
Women with dilemmas
linger close by
Waiting to be heard
As all are interrupted
by cell phones
Still they sit
Some with pockets
That contain items
to add to their misery
In forms of vegetation
to burn
Pills to swallow
Dust to snort or injected
All to be digested
In hopes to change the decor
Still they sit and drink
with no happy endings
Leaving them torn apart
Thrashed
Pulled like pork
Until all expectations
are lost
Waiting for the answer
to their fate
Blaming others
never themselves
In the interim
Still not received
They sit and drink
to tolerate their own self-indulgence
Again……