on the brink of tears
after a string of bad decisions
in a dance of vice, substance
and years of indecision
unspoken words, silent refrain,
hearts bespoke
is the chill of this occassion
that i drown in intoxication
feeling empty and in misery
not wanting pity nor empathy
all I have are the smiles of the dead and the dying
to comfort this aching heart
in this season of jubilation
