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Sipping The Lonesome Drink

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.


I hate you, rain and how you tease my pain
I only have a deserted road, an empty room
And a darkness that still remains.
Forget the joy! Forget the sun! I see only doom.

We were friends true and sure of life
Bonding days and nights in hand
I had dreamed of you being my lover, my wife.
So slides down the secrets in the sand.

One step and then another, all I have to see
Are dark rays through dead trees
And a pretty good home if you're alone like me.
But a lonely man doesn't sing a serious song,
He's lost his spirit and every life he sees.

Rains came easy to her and our early time
She had dreams and I sang songs.
No pain can stop "it" when he snaps his line.
A heart has broken, a spirit now longs.

Sip slowly the lonesome drink
Ne'er look up; ne'er sigh.
"It" has taken my joy. . .
my sight . . .my adventure to think.

Dance with me at sundown
One more sundown for me.
Walk easy with a dark, lonely town.
Wake up and feel the hymnal songs,
What I feel is death . . .
Coldness, a shape without the sea.

If only I could hold her at a stolen midnight
Then her scent I would see.
My heart would beat happy and sleep at night
But me? What's about this lifeless me?

I'll sit muted at dark highway's side
Easing into death and shadows fine.
Dreaming of a love, a love past ocean tide.
She is mine. She is mine.


© 2018 Kenneth Avery

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