'What A Waste' by Ahmed Nader Gretly

3:00 a.m.

Monday, 5th

 

I had half a bottle of

Bell’s scotch whisky

a fresh cigarillo was

lodged between the

index & middle finger

of my other weary hand

listening to the rapid

pulse of the earth and

the vibrations of the universe

that seemed to have been

shrinking around me for

some infinite amount of time

tick-tock the clock went with

no chance of stopping its rotations

round and round the hands went

each movement they made

I got closer to my demise

I raised my bottle and made

a toast to a life well wasted

my eyes watered as thoughts

of the past gathered themselves

around my detached soul

memories standing with

faces tilted to the ground

so ashamed to look at me

and I stared and I stared

and I stared and I stared

and they dared not look

and they dared not speak

and they dared not move

like cold marble statues in

an old forgotten cemetery

and I stared and I stared

and I stared and I stared

into the emptiness

into the void of my life

into the transparent memories

into the faded past

I drank my booze

and smoked my tobacco

 

I made the realization that

if I stare into emptiness long enough

emptiness will begin to stare back at me