The night is over
I will enjoy this cigarette
the last few gulps of beer
I miss being alone
I miss this silence
this madness
alone with
my ego
alone
where my ego
can truly live
and thrive
bearing the stripes
of the strife
when people
are actually there
but for now
the cigarette is cashed
and I finish this beer
typing these remaining words
meant for only
my ears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem