The Ultimate

Sometime back I had a mail from a friend that contained a poem from an anonymous. This poem had moved me so much and I would like to share it:

Empty Glass

So many nights I spent alone,

Surrounded by the crowd.

My silent memories haunting

With the music playing loud.

Holding on to broken dreams,

Drinking with my friends.

Forgetting every song they played,

They never seemed to end.

People dancing all around,

While I sat on my stool.

Making toasts that no one heard

And feeling like a fool.

Take a drink to loneliness,

Have a drink on me.

Gaze into the empty glass,

Tell me what you see.

Reflections of a broken heart,

Beating out of tune.

Fill it up again my friend,

I must be leaving soon.

Closing time is drawing near,

So pour another round.

Almost crying time again

Unless the memories drown.

One last drink to emptiness,

I feel it closing in.

The glowing warmth of nothingness

Has saved me once again.

I’ve looked at life in may ways,

But lived it all in dreams.

Escaping from a senseless fear

Of life’s realities.

Now I find myself alone,

Imprisoned by the past.

Viewing life through silent tears

And another empty glass.

Share just one more drink with me,

And I’ll be going home.

I love to have a drink with friends,

But I have to cry alone

Now this is the message” my poem” I wish I could pass to anonymous:

When I’m alone and jaded

When no where I call home

I crumble in a solemn shell

And silence recites your poem

Copyright :Ruby, 2004