Abandoned

Abandoned,
The misery of my wasted life,
Swallowed like so much cheap port,
With one difference -
I can keep the misery down.

People tell me what I've got to live for,
All I hear is whine, whine, wine,
So I open a bottle,
Feeling fine.

When I look at myself in the mirror,
Alcohol is my pretence,
A warm, just-washed feeling,
But when it fades away,
It feels like I've been wearing it for weeks.

On this street corner I sit,
With Vodka in a drinks bottle,
Ashamed,
I needn't hide it, my eyes tell the tale,
I stare at the heavens,
Subconsciously begging for salvation,
As it begins to rain.

The drops run down my face,
Licking my lips, I realise how long it has been since I tasted
water,
And a salty tear runs down my pale face,
The freckles which used to show youth, innocence and naivety,
Now fading into nothingness.