Loneliness

Here’s a poem that I wrote at the beginning of this year. The sentiments are still felt today. Being physically homeless is one thing, but to feel homeless from love is unbearable. Yes, I won’t lie, I still drink; but I make sure that I’m not going anywhere while doing it.

Loneliness

By

Jeffrey Gershom 

 

I lay in bed with

No one but countless

Thoughts of lonely

Hope.

My mind won’t let

It rest and

My heart stokes

The flames that

Scorches the very

Depths of my being.

I think of her

Constantly and constantly

I drink to forget.

No, not forget, but

To blur the vision

In my mind’s eye.

To try and douse that

Bonfire in my vast

And pathetic soul.

I wish I could purge

Myself  of her,

Her beauty,

Her scent,

Her voice,

Her warmth,

Her taste.

No, I have never

Experienced such ripe

Fruit. I only taste

The last swig of

Whiskey

From a bottle that

Now resembles me.

Empty.