Pain

Photo by Amin Moshrefi on Unsplash

Lonely as a ghost
hit by a train,
nothing’s
quite the same
again

six beers in
this stinkin’ sin of despair
contaminates the very air;
rain smears and soaks
everywhere, I turn

to face the future
i need stitches, a suture,
to hold the pain at bay

the ventricles of the heart.
never dreamed that we would part,
drugs can no longer take this pain away.