2:53 am (Poem)

 

Not sure where home is, but I need to get there.

My business is heavy and sorrowful.

My soul is gloomy and despaired.

Is mom at home?

Is it true it is a haven?

My glass is empty, and I am sure the bartender hates me.

Why wouldn’t she?

I even hate myself.

The weather is harsh tonight, hell! It’s been for the past 8 months…

I’ve got just two more hopes left.

None of them are of your interest, clearly!

I ordered a refill, but no one listens.

Another night, another journey back to my hole.