Poetry: A Night At The Bar

Sitting in the wake of day
Raindrops falling on my face
This place will erase my pain
Again and again, I feel the same

Life is tough in these city streets
A somber cold is what I'm owed
Just know, I hold your hand, so tight
Releasing my fear and fright

Night time passion burns, so long
We don't need a fireplace tonight
Wave after wave, I feel enslaved
The pavement calls my name

Aimed at my goals, the world unfolds
Not knowing what's in store
The beer kissed my lips
In a drunken bliss
I was greeted by the concrete floor