Betty Bateson Poet Free verse

He Drinks

he drinks at nightfall as stars glitter 
embraced in beauty 
a man’s house where serpents dwell 
he drinks he drinks 
dreaming of golden hair 
eyes locked on his 
a warm embrace 
he feels her fading 
in a faraway place 
as he drowns himself 
he drinks he drinks 
dawn creates stabbing pain 
living nightmares 
blue are his eyes 
glistening raindrops 
praying for the black of night 
so he can continue to dig his grave 
heavy spade 
a tool to pit deep 
too much to bear 
death will be his master 
he drinks he drinks

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Skat A May 28, 2015 at 2:03 PM very excellent description.

Samual Ronthorpe May 28, 2015 at 10:54 AM I can relate to this more than I should. Very good! *Sam I Am* Betty Bateson May 28, 2015 at 2:48 PM thank you so much

Anna Hopper May 28, 2015 at 9:42 AM This poem had my hooked. I picture a vivid scene of a lonely, depressed man, drinking himself to death. Betty Bateson May 28, 2015 at 2:49 PM Thank you very much for seeing that man. What a horrible way to live.