Forgotten
Location
Such a lonely ghost with a sad awakened soul
Such a depressed man with a bottle of vodka in hand
Vodka is see through
like the ghost he’ll never lay his weary eyes on
Ghosts are possessed souls
like alcohol does to a man
possesses
and
controls
and ghosts are silent
like the sound of man who disappeared
from reality
The shots of whiskey, the bottle of tequila
Both will be gone in the morning
Like the ghost that crept through his thoughts all night
But look at him
That drunk cheated on his wife
Gone out of his mind
That’ll never be forgotten
And yet, that ghost is carrying a heavy head
and a life that only he can see
A life that has already been forgotten
and never remembered