Write Into The Night Poem by Matthew Holloway

Let me be
Leave me here
Brooding over a typewriter
Half drunk clutching
A bottle of wine in my hand
Let me spit and curse
On those decisions I've made
The friends and loves
I've know and lost
Let me drink and talk
To myself trying to write
Poetry, poetry my only release
That escape I know well
I've written lives and deaths
I've written of great affairs
That the heart could celebrate
But now this night I ask
To be left here
Alone and drinking
While I write
As others have before me