The sweet and dark honey in my throat,
candles flicker, couples bicker,
the floorboards and invisable spillages,
asking myself for company,
understanding when my shadow refuses to arrive.
This pint glass has touched mouths before mine,
were those people drinking, to have a good time,
or drinking, to escape a bad time?
The room spins and the jukebox plays those songs,
it is hell sometimes, just with a dance and a sing-a-long.
Whiskey breath tells me to ‘lighten up’,
enjoy yourself, have a beer,
mate, if I wanted to enjoy myself,
I would not even be here.
Honestly, I am struggling here,
to find light in the darkness of this limbo,
my friends, oh my friends they look so happy,
but I know how god. damn. miserable they are,
and there is no good in life anymore for them,
unless it’s situated behind the bar.
Perhaps it is my failure,
not to accept, not to adjust,
this iron heart-
is it too destined to rust?