friday nights
August 4, 2008
in my life, two people
struggle to cope with
loneliness and despair
one suffers alone
in silence
bound to another in misery
the other suffers publicly
a town drunk with a heart of gold
regularly and violently lashing out
one takes any affection
or compliment they can
needing attention, needing love
the other rejects affection
snarls at compliments
needing attention, needing love
on a friday in august
each does something
about their situation
one takes another’s embrace
in awkward silence
needed attention, needed love
the other takes a bottle and
six feet of chain and hangs himself
needed attention, needed love
friday nights in my
life are like badly
written poetry