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
Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2015
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