A Glass Of Wine

A glass of wine This is ridiculous it has no name engulfed by sadness, two bottles of wine and cigarettes and I'm drowning. Tomorrow no more, but I know when the sun falls so will I, succumbed to a need to fly away to otherness. The pain in my chest is eating away, the emptiness of my life feels like intolerable burden. I have created a world that is so small it chokes me. The road to recovery, to palm trees and gentle sea is long. We used to laugh, my lover and I, life was so funny; now all I can see is waste land with no oasis, there is nothing to lift the spirit and the age old question asked by many before me: " what is it all for other to bringing ones gene further into the future, I have not been able to do even that simple task. The night is so long endlessly I flick from channel to channel to find something that can bring the laughter back, but tiredness overwhelms me, l want another glass of wine, the last glass that brings sleep. It doesn't work anymore the more I drink the more sober I get, Intolerable is the angst. Around and around I jumped on a carrousel and its engineer has gone, whirling colours cacophony of screams, the undead will not be silent. Look into the kaleidoscope of life and see a myriad of stars, bright and shiny but they are all a fading illusions. But a voice whispers in my ear tomorrow you will get a new day, a sheet of blank paper and crayon, so you can make clowns faces and laugh again.