A Sad Life Poem by trina ryan

Their she sat in the dark corner
Empy glasses cluttering her table
She stares at the bottom of her glass

She makes circles with her glass in the air
And the little bit of gin left swirls around the bottom
She hollers over the barmaid to get another drink.

Over the dolled up lady came
And wrote down the order for the drink
But looked at the lonely woman in pity

The drink arrives
And the helpless woman lifts her hand to grab the drink
She thinks to herself life's gotta be better than this
She swallows the drink whole and stumbles to leave

She has no strength to open the heavy doors
But the muscular man walking in holds it so she can leave
Out she goes, where to who knows?