National Poetry Month Day 13

“The Name”

I knew a man who spent his nights
alone inside the pub. His loneliness
he drowns with each tall drink—his lady’s kiss
so sweet and sour; indeed a wretched sight.
This wasn’t Cheers; the crowd thought him a blight.
He wallowed in his drink each night helpless
to stop. In broken life his only wish:
put down the sword and end the bitter fight.

One dark and dreary night the door opened
to him a sight, someone to share his pain.
She sat beside him at the bar and then
she spoke to him, “Kind sir, what is your name?”
No one before this very night saw him
more than a drunken fool who’s gone insane.

~ by hankimler on April 13, 2015.

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