footsteps faintly
imprinted on the concrete
raindrops fall on the windowsill
captured by the writings on the wall
reminding him of his adolescence
he takes a look as he sits still
the scent of maplewood coats his nose
as it leaves him with remnants of
untainted happiness
potions of whiskey seal his lips
trailing off while the pain echoes
stinging the back of his throat
piercing his eyes towards the mirror
held back by his reflection
his breath trembles from fear
basking in the “lift of freedom”
while kisses remain bittersweet
dreams are the only thing that
seem to pass him by
only willing at living the “sweet life”
running low on his ego
he sees the person he can’t see
as he’s left vacantly in a disarray conflicted with his wounds
here lies a man confused...