This afternoon I walked to the corner bar

The smell of cheap booze

Cigarettes and perfume filled the air.

I see faces that I have seen so many times

But I do not know their names.

Names of empty faces

Friends so they say…

Buy them a drink and they will sit with you

And claim their love all the same.

I hate it in here.

But why do I come here…

For the booze or the fake friends.

Or perhaps I am  just lonely

Living in this solitude I call comfort

Safe… my own set of rules.

But I don’t follow rules.

I hate fucking rules.

But why am I here?

I guess it is  just out of habit…

Having to fill that temporary void

That void of human contact…

That I so often try to avoid.

Antony King 2018



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