A Life Alone by Chris Walker
(Sunny and C. Walker)
(A collaborative poem between Sunny and myself)
Sipping vodka straight
burns like fire in my throat,
a lone provider of warmth
on such sullen, November nights.
Midnight comes unwanted,
too soon: another sleepless night
Icicle tears upon the chilling fact:
I shall dine unaccompanied.
Cold, TV dinner awaits me,
all evening it has remained: untouched.
My stomach begs me:
Do not taste the lingering omen of isolation,
it only confirms the lack of companionship.
Dare not poison the insides with such a
hideous display of false comfort.
light a fresh cigarette, instead,
to smoke away the sadness
of such an overwhelming solitude.
Sparking small flames
in the bitter hours
of a life alone,
I obey.
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