Drunk
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
