Beer Hug

Sitting alone in some hole in the wall,

beer bubbles in lips bursting,

smoothly flows, to guts and in brains overflow.

Bitter memories, personal realities,

inebriated, pain, pangs of rejection

in the torrents of denial washed away.

Tired body, battered soul rests,

slips into the dark coldness of the night.

Then I hug myself tight.