Empty Glasses

by Kevin Sinclair

No words were spoken
As I sat there tired and broken
Exhausted from the day
Consumed by the price I had to pay
Yet in the distance
Sounds of music and dance
Drifted through the air
But what did I happen to care.

I could smell the perfume
It still lingered throughout my room
Empty glasses on the coffee table
A reminder that once I was able
But that was long ago
You reap what you sow
Were the words that came to mind
No wonder peace can be so hard to find.

A solitary ray of light
Burst through into my room so bright
It startled me out of my day dream
Where I was the hero in the scene
Why can't life be the same way
Don't want to live in yesterday
But there is no hope in tomorrow
Just fear of more anguish and sorrow.

Took more than I gave
And yet I still ended up as a slave
Empty glasses represent my life
Words can cut me deep like a knife
I look for your hand
Kind words saying I understand
But you are nowhere near
It's time for me to shed that tear.

Some live for romance
Others the thrill of the dance
But I live by the roll of a dice
Each move a gamble with a price
The odds may not suit
I don't try to be cute
The empty glass shatters in my hand
Cut and bleeding - I'm not my own man!

This poem is from a collection of poetry by Kevin Sinclair. For a listing of other poems by Kevin published on this site, click here.