October Rain

Sitting in a bar In a pensive state Watching the sun set And the nightly madness begins As I drink My dismal, damned draft Dram of drunken dream desire I am drawn to memories Perhaps best left dead And buried deep inside My head Try as I might The memories come back To burden and haunt me And drive me to drink To seek forgiveness And solace for a moment The memories Of all the women I have lusted for And all the women I have loved in vain And the memories Flood my soul And I can’t let go No I cannot do so So I won’t forget And I can’t forgive myself Either For having feelings For other women And so it goes And I sit and drink And dream of what might Have been Nothing satisfies me And I am not satisfied With what I have Only wanting what I want And so I sit And cry in my beer Yet another Alcoholic pathetic Middle age loser man Bemoaning his lost youth As her surveys the room Checking out the young ladies Young enough to be his daughter Or his granddaughter And the beer does not lie It does not lie It sits there And stares back at him Giving no answers To his probing questions And so I drink To forget But I can’t forget And the beer does not console Anymore And grows cold As the night wears on So I sit Think and wonder And I have another And watch my thoughts Dance across the evening sky published Scarlet Leaf review