Gravitating towards a black hole
"I need another beer", said the drunk.
No appreciation for the love of a magnificent woman by his side,
and ignoring the pleas
from his mother.
Not listening to the cries within, nor the hopes of his brother.
" Let's take another round to forget all the trubbles", idioticly simpel,
outstandingly aloof. Sorrow was his mantel.
" I can help you", tried the therapist, unsure if he really could
" No need" said the drunken man, sitting at the end of his seat.
" I'll see you next week", he said and waived.
Thirsty for the freedom
in a drunken dream.
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-02-09 at 00:46
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