Thirst

I left to get away,
I was lost for
what else to say.

It was chilly outside
so I entered to
warm my bones with a
golden glass of ale.

Alone in a crowded
bar I sat by myself
wandering what to do.
How to meld my
soul with my mind.

I had to scream not
to hear myself
think, for they did not
agree on anything.

My body had been quenched
by the ale, but my soul
still thirst. Not food
nor drink could ease
the pain…

of my ever breaking heart.

October, 1998