T. Nathan Gerbick

Fooled

Drunken stupor

Stupid thoughts

Parking garage

Empty lots

Loaded gun

Temple pounds

Chest aches

Two more rounds

Make it three

Another bar

Barren wasteland

Not too far

Cross the lines

Check the mirror

All alone

No need to steer

Where am I going?

Fill my soul

Down the shot

Life so dull

I am broken

Time to leave

I never drink…

Fooled, laughing, my heart bereaved.