He's here again.
With his stony face and
An indifference I find almost
Irresistible, he asks for his usual.
He's on duty again.
His mouth curves upwards
Like a bow, and I wonder if he
Is the cupid that shot me an arrow
Towards him.
He is dissatisfied. I can
See it in the way he breathes,
Like the air escaping from his
Within is tearing apart his lungs,
Inside out. I try to stuff oxygen back into
Him anyway, but it is futile.
He is my savior. I come
Everyday just to catch a
Glimpse of him, while he is
At work, sewing up the shreds
Of people's lives with alcohol.
I think this is why
I think this is why
He is called
I am called
A Bar.Tender.
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I honestly don't know what this is supposed to be, but it was inspired from this anime called Death Parade, which has... wait for it... a bartender!
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Hiraeth
PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...
