An Empty Bottle Of Wine Poem by Scott Shaw

an empty bottle of wine

drink
myself to sleep

another night
lost in all its illusion

time has taken
its told

all my lost wonders
all my lost friends
they have retired
from the illusion
retired from the illusion
promised by the drink

so I am left
all alone
alone
deep
in the abundance
of the abstract
promised by the grape

they
my friends
have moved on
to families
to babies
to jobs
that promise
to pay the bills

but they are all lies
the things
they have moved on to
all lies
lied to
they have guided them away

so me
here I am
still fighting the fight

drinking
for all of those
who cannot
touching
the ethereal goddess
and dreaming
of the promise
of living
the living dream

yes
it is me
time/life
has left me
all alone

alone
as other accomplish
as they put money
in their bank accounts
as they make promises
to their lies

yes
they have left me
all alone
out here
on the outside
with
a glass of wine in my hand

a drink down
another drink to come
I kill another bottle
as the emptiness
of life
the emptiness
of my all alone
is killing me

I am
all alone
drunk
and dreaming
lost
in the late night
of the all alone

thinking of the lies
that I could never live
but probably should have
for if I had
my life
it would have been lived
a lot easier

yes
I believe so

drunk
and alone
as all the
poets/artists
end up

I look
I see
I dream
just like all the rest
but all I am
left with
is an empty
bottle of wine