Holden Masters

Lonely - Poem by Holden Masters

I'm tired drinking French vinager out of a dirty glass
I have sat hear for hours making countries out of stains on the floor
Building matches up like bonfires and dowsing them with the worst merlot
These are the things I do when I'm coming down, these are things I do now your
not a round.
I take my glass and fall through the stairs up to night and perch on a field of feathers and springs
I set down my glass, I hit it off last nights prize fight empty whiskey cup, CHEERS
here's to the basterds and whores who break are harts and here's to you.
These are the thoughts I have when I'm coming down, these are the thoughts I have
now your not around.
Like love avades the lonely, sleep is still a dream away.
Here's to ya,
Who ever you my be

Topic(s) of this poem: lonely

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about Lonely by Holden Masters

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/11/2016 10:34:00 AM)

    Hope! This is the faith of life. One day it will be you turn. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016

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