Gerard Horgan

Rookie (Cork, Ireland)

The Abyss

His sunken and tired eyes stare on.
He is lost at the bottom of the glass,
Like a child in a corner shop
His mouth waters with desire.
His wrinkled brow displays his agony.
Torn between past and present emotions
Of love and lust.
The barman laughs loudly.
The till rings.

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