Man on a bench

Written by: The Red Rain

The haze falls again
Slowly caresses my brain
Aching

Suspended on wood
I know that I should
Be waking

On four legs does it stand
Supporting a man,
Who is quaking

The drink makes me sick
My thoughts, I’m not quick
In making

The wood of the bench
I grasp and clench
To stop shaking

Alone in my coat
Stomach starts to bloat
The hunger, faking

The Black night descends
And I make amends