Sunken painful nights

There a pain inside my heart screaming death,

for that would more than this hell I know no.

Sleepless dreams too lucid to explain,

feel as though my word is crashing down,

I am a mother before anything,

yet the loneliness kill me under my tears.

Nobody can even squeeze the surface in which I live.

I give up time and again to just breathe here alone,

while I just ask for who wants the next pour,

crying another mans beer just to hard to fight away.

Falling to my knees as nobody can see,

just a painful day in the life of a bartender…..









Johnny Newell