BAR CHRONICLES

Drunk man and Truth. (PART 3 OF 10: WHISKEY BLUES) The barman knows my demons and knows how to cage them,the bar is broad as spine of a mountain when mine is collapsing on carrying guilt. Days pass as my whiskey burning my throat I learnt that I was trying to burn your name off the lining of my throat so that drinking sorrows may be free of your name. Sober thoughts are shadow boxing, I have been trying to mimic my shadow dancing, and you were the dim feature I see every time I down the whiskey. You made a great exit while I was jamming to our favourite love song, your steps sounded like a distant storm, Thunderous but leaving. I'm still searching for the truth on your footprints on wet sand.