Sorrows 2

Walking in the midnight hour

thru street after street in these abandoned cities

while Winter rains slap our vacant faces.

Lost to this unforgiving world-

Lost to ourselves.

Promised intentions forgotten

at the bottom of frosted mugs of ale

sitting on mirrored glass counters

in smoke filled pubs that no longer exist

except in memory,

but still we continue to seek

the cold city streets

for leather padded stools

where, for so many drunk & wasted years,

alone we sat-

to forget this unforgiving world-

to forget ourselves.