Dawn And The Drunkards Still Sing

i understand the song
of the drunkard at dawn
i was one
of them sometime in that
moment when
you got pregnant
and angry
about my own irresponsibility

i forget you and you
must forget me
that is the only solution but

i cannot help but remember
when the drunkards of this
place till dawn
sings all their miseries

they do not hurt me or anybody
they hurt themselves

i understand perfectly how is it
to love and to lose and to be
guilty
unnecessarily.

the songs are painful.
and dawn is so cold.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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