I look in the mirror, <br />and what do I see? <br />A face with no future, <br />stares out at me. <br />On the table, a glass and a bottle, <br />of my favourite poison. <br />When I was young, <br />I drank to be alive. <br />Now all I do, <br />is drink to survive. <br />My eyes bloodshot, <br />filled with vacant stare. <br />My face goes unshaven, <br />but what do I care? <br />My bottle is now empty, <br />quickly replace with one full. <br />Soon it will be empty, <br />just like this fool. <br />Family and friends fled. <br />My eyes were blind. <br />All they could see, <br />was another drink, <br />in front of me. <br />My legs get unsteady. <br />I stagger instead of walk. <br />A bottle wrapped in paper, <br />gripped tightly by my hand. <br />My clothes grow dirty, <br />as days and nights combine. <br />A smile is frozen, <br />on this face of mine. <br />My arm flex out, <br />when I stumble to the ground. <br />Faces look down at me, <br />expressions display my waste. <br />I just hold my smile, <br />as I lay there in their midst. <br />At least my bottle, <br />didn’t break, <br />on my fall from grace. <br />Time for another drink, <br />raise bottle to my lips. <br />Liquid trickles down my throat, <br />and still my smile remains, <br />as silly as it can be. <br />The faces disappear. <br />Everyone has gone now. <br />Like family and friends, <br />they all desert. <br />I lay there on my own. <br />For no one wants to take, <br />a drunk home. <br /> <br />25 Jan 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-face-with-no-future/
