Cold sweat flows from head to toe

Smell of alcohol drives away the crowd

Red burnt eyes looks around

Where is the past? Where is the future?

Round and round the head goes

Heart touches the ground with a bump

Left hand breaks with a crackle

Where is my cave? Where is my home?

Legs hurt, tough to carry the burden

Eyes wide open, yet looks only for the bottle

Where is my life? Where is my soul?

The last drop touches the tongue

To welcome heart climbs up to the throat

Jumps again but just for the moment

Where is hell? Where is heaven?


© Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013

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