The bar was filled with the matchstick people
Thin,thick ,tall and some fat
Doing what they did last week
And the week before
Maybe even the year before that
So my shiver told me
Wine,red cold and nasty
Dribbled down this unopened jaw
Trying to escape my wanted lips
As I watched them
Yes there I sat mocking and thinking
Is all the that
Strange as I see them
My smile could not come
For I felt in their sorrow a life almost done
Accepted for society this pleasure for hard work
The drinking game a folly that hides a life of dirge
Yet leaning back on the creaked out chair ,I swallowed
The wine now warm,felt fuzzy and inviting
Contemplating life,my mind raced
I could never be a matchstick
The box would never take me ,nor I want to fit
My time had come,
Up I stood ,yet no one noticed me,no one cared
With my glass half full I left
Out I walked
Into life,into the open
My glasses bore a fired refection,as I turned
I could see them burning
Deep within I knew that all matches fade away to nothing
Oh the shiver
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
The bar was filled with the matchstick people
Thin,thick ,tall and some fat
Doing what they did last week
And the week before
Maybe even the year before that
So my shiver told me
Wine,red cold and nasty
Dribbled down this unopened jaw
Trying to escape my wanted lips
As I watched them
Yes there I sat mocking and thinking
Is all the that
Strange as I see them
My smile could not come
For I felt in their sorrow a life almost done
Accepted for society this pleasure for hard work
The drinking game a folly that hides a life of dirge
Yet leaning back on the creaked out chair ,I swallowed
The wine now warm,felt fuzzy and inviting
Contemplating life,my mind raced
I could never be a matchstick
The box would never take me ,nor I want to fit
My time had come,
Up I stood ,yet no one noticed me,no one cared
With my glass half full I left
Out I walked
Into life,into the open
My glasses bore a fired refection,as I turned
I could see them burning
Deep within I knew that all matches fade away to nothing
Oh the shiver
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