Saturday, January 09, 2016

Unfinished Poem — saw me at the bus stop

I saw me at the bus stop,
outside a run down bar.
Didn’t look like I’d last long,
hoped home wasn’t all that far. 

My face was cracked and red,
from years of lonesome ales.
My eyes were glazed and dead,
I’ve succumbed to my life’s fails.

 

from around December 7, 2015 

No comments:

Post a Comment