Wine Glass

(Spoiler) This is a story of an older man. He go's through a difficult time, to deal with it he drinks his wine. He losses everything to his alcoholism and the ending says it all.

A day has passed

what can I say

I can sit at home

all, alone.

Holding my wine glass

A week has gone

I must wake up at dawn, for I have work

I must drink my wine however

So I can not feel hurt

A month has left

I can't say much

For I am out of breath

I get this strange feeling in my chest

I must grab my wine, so I can finally rest

A year has hit me, just like the morning sun

I was told at work that "I don't belong here son"

My nights draw awfully cold

For I am much to old

To be standing underneath

This warm lighting pole

My life is now done

I should just bring it with a gun

But I can not even do it for fun

for I find it funny how my money

is all lost

not able to afford the fastest of foods 

for they come off as posh

I live near a lot

wishing I was never allotted

This terribly sweat glass of wine

I do not belong in this place

The street is not a life I want to trace, 

For heaven's sake

I close my eyes

For if I say I had control, it would be a lie

Feeling the comforting embrace 

I can rest now

Knowing

Death has me in his place.

Author's Note

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