It is eleven at night
The bar is quiet and still
The mind a tsunami in calm oceans
Life a long lasting illness
A glass of wine sits across the table
A temporary cure to the condition
Life has become
In it rests solace and peace
A man in black sits on the opposite chair
He offers to get another
He is taken up on his offer
The wine lasts not five seconds
The man in black speaks
'I have come for you'
The gentleman stands up fixing his chair
'what took you so long'
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
It is eleven at night
The bar is quiet and still
The mind a tsunami in calm oceans
Life a long lasting illness
A glass of wine sits across the table
A temporary cure to the condition
Life has become
In it rests solace and peace
A man in black sits on the opposite chair
He offers to get another
He is taken up on his offer
The wine lasts not five seconds
The man in black speaks
'I have come for you'
The gentleman stands up fixing his chair
'what took you so long'
One final drink is all you could ever ask for.
