By Myself Poem by alex haywood

By myself once more
Loneliness like dirty dishwater
swirling down a pipe
drains me

My wine is bitter
nights uninviting
my sheets somehow less white
against me only

I am setting a bad example
for myself

Soon though my ink
will invent new rainbows
there will be another
dream in my eye

but for now
the pages of my thoughts
reamain as bare
as the leathery landscape
of a desert
bereft of the relief
of comforting clouds and rain