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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem