In Dependence Poem by Sylvi Sylva

(this is work in progress - initial draft)

He twisted the cap, this time,
of yet another small whiskey bottle
And poured his whiskey, as if to find
an instance of when time left him stranded
Sniffing, exhaling loudly
on legs that wobbled
attempting to balance, totally
on fingers that rattled
as he lowered himself, inching in a seat
managing time with feet just planted in clay
In his rambling head he battled, torn but in feat
he lived another bearable day.

The cork, it made a hurried noise
as she exhumed it from the bottle's neck
And poured her wine, as she yearned to lose
another instance of memories that keep coming back
A trembling sigh, hushing
her temples throbbing, a pain so brutal
with her voice weak, her head splitting
a sound heard, help is futile
As she clung tightly, to remnants
memories turning a shade, clouding and dark
But in her heart she belonged, and again she loved
she lived another manageable day

Worlds apart, head in one hand
muttering words only they could interpret
Occasionally pausing, looking around
as if to seek a face that sneered instead
Solace at least, was now a bottle away
a few quid short of shoes and shy of guilt

Akin to when you reach out, for a friend who understood
a desparate plea when one finds their world is shut or nay
A lonely wandering spirit, desolate with no time for rues
oh again and they fell on yet another wretched day

Distanced, divided in despot places this near
he frantically looks while she anxiously searches
For that bottle there, a shot here, last one, ooh! half a beer
A dependable friend, known to defend weighted shoulders

a living spectre, a broken sparrow
he now looks a weathered moor
a faint star, her own shadow
she stands an eroded heath

A retiring triumph longing, the joy in forgetting
hard days gone by and the knowing headache of tomorrow
In his dawning mind and in her hungry heart,
a rewarding grin, for that sweet release one fine day

Ah..home brew - clear as day,
a fragrant tipple, a concocted formula
the colour of honey, nectar in a magical flute...

A time with you makes for life, laughter and dreams
But too much I am ruined oh! woeful friend - only if i could
never shy, bittersweet yet costly sweet but - you are dependable
tell me what friend encourages or leads an ally into mould

Worlds away, and further from a true reliable being of a friend
who'd never have turned from her, left him cold but death itself
When the amber, and nectar of delight neglects
He lies dissected on a counter, she is examined on a shelf

A shattered will seeking flowing courage, that part of life
a valour nature could rear, a stable revolutionary help
To family and and non-bottled friends, a wasted life
that will be missed for more than and yet another a day

Drink responsibly - let's be merry but to live another day.

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