Thursday, August 5, 2021

empty tears





"empty tears"

There in the dismal glow 
of the television screen 
he finds himself crying again 
not because it hurts 
But because it's there again. 

He sits silently inside his chair 
lost inside his own mind 
as the tv spits its hues of
blues and greens onto his face. 

A bottle of Jack 
sits by his side 
as his arm hangs 
over the armrest 
and his fingers dangle 
but a mere space away. 

The ice in his glass 
has long since melted 
but he prefers his whiskey warm anyway 
when the pain 
has him so torn. 

His whiskey stained tears 
roll down his face 
as he searches 
for the logic of this darkness. 

Remnants of the day 
no longer linger 
on his walls 
but the wear of the night 
hangs low under his eyes. 

His lips have not tasted 
a sweet touch 
for so long 
but find the bittersweet company 
of a warm whiskey bottle every night. 

The thick smell of tears 
and whiskey 
and sweat 
hang heavy in his room 
as he sits inside 
his own stench of bitterness 
to question his darkness 
as it knows all of his pain. 

Drenched 
in his own depressing filth 
he grabs that empty glass again 
and pours his liquid destruction again 
not because it hurts 
but because that pain is there again.
-Armando Torres

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