Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Rhyme

At the Bottom of a Glass

Liquid swirls slowly at the bottom of her glass, 
diving in, she hits the bottom with a crash 
another waiting drink, another lost hour  
Just like her life waiting to be devoured
A trepid woman used, a trusting woman scorned
She's either second hand, ash in her wake, or alone and torn
At the bar, a seedy man eyes her like a beast
Objectified by men, she's not surprised in the least
She reapplies her lipstick and gets up to dance
In the corner of her eye, the door cries last chance
Her heels click across the room; she takes him by the hand
With no respect for herself, she cannot understand
These men will never love her the way she desires
She's just another notch on their belt to acquire   
As the bartender yells "last call", she kisses his cheek
They start to leave together with no words to speak 
But before they get to the door, she drains one last ale 
Sadly, just like her life feels, it's sour and stale.



April 7, 2012
for And With A Sip Contest (Paula Swanson)

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Ilene Bauer April 8, 2012 at 1:22 PM very sad but well told. good luck in the contest!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl April 8, 2012 at 1:34 AM A good tale Rhonda, I have just entered with the same theme I wish I had read yours first. All the best Rhonda this will do well xx