Liquor

With half filled bottle of liquor he slouched,

on the soft surface of couch.

His somber heart bleak and broken

as his life tosses his fortune's token.

His rheumy eyes full of despair ,

glancing at the mirror in front, unrepaired.

Filling it with reflections of 

his abrasive past and uncertain future.

As his mind struggles to fight 

the power of emotional turmoils,

liquor slowly presides the train of reflections,

and the bitterness of the flowing liquor 

drowns him into the ocean of isolation...