Lonely Death, Fate of a Lost Soul

Lonely Death, Fate Of A Lost Soul Ron sat in the dark alley with urined soaked pants muttering in a drunken stupor one of his many rants Facial scars told of falls, beatings from being robbed misery and blues broke him down into shrieking sobs Once he had a wife and three precious little pearls heart pains tore him up when he lost those girls Now a defeated and broken soul without a home the dark streets and drunkard's alley he roams Realizing that his days are now so sadly numbered he slumps back into a deep whiskey induced slumber Waking hours later with those agonising chest pains the cold numbing from the falling freezing rains Moving over to hide beneath a huge dumpster lid he thought yet again of his beautiful lost kids No good to weep about the mess in the here and now blue pain ripped into his heart like a cutting plow That night he dreamt of love, life and family before Sun rose that morning , Ron slept on, forever more Robet J. Lindley 07-23-2014 Note : This based upon the real life story of my brother's good friend. His friend 7 years older than he , that died in 1997. My brother the drunkard that has never stopped drinking in 38 years. Himself not long for this world! And has not seen his own beautiful daughter nor his grand children in over 34 years, since 1980! I wrote a poem, title, A Drunk's Prison, back on 5-5 2014 here. It was about my alcoholic younger brother. This one is about his alcoholic friend that died!