A Somber Night Poem by Mycho Jamil

I am lost within the streets of this city.

the subtle rumbling of engines,
the bright neon lights flickering,
the distant bustling of the crowds—
they're all music to my eardrums.

as I lean against a vending machine,
I am ravaged by a wave of emptiness.
our love is as bitter as this painkiller
sliding down my throat.

with parched lips and teary eyes,
I replenish myself with a bottle of vodka
as novocaine rushes inside my brain.

I walk with a drunken mind
along the asphalt roads
as I desperately pursue
a hopeless endeavor.

this perpetual sadness
hits me like a bullet train,
trapped in a Sisyphean loop
of agonizing loneliness.

the thought of her
petrifies my every atom.
she is everywhere I go,
everyone I see.

surrounded by the city lights,
looking through the glass pane,
head in the melancholic clouds—

I'm smiling at a memory
that never happened.