At the end of the day what’s left
A bottle of alcohol to squeeze a drop  of hope
In the morning a cup of coffee
Maybe find some heart to get up
Put one foot in front of the other
Looking back across the sands
Witnessing a long trail
A single set of prints
Designs drawn in the sand
The setting sun creating a friend to speak with
Darkness comes
Squeeze the sweat from my shirt
An ounce of water
Another step towards emptiness

(c) Jack Roman