Life

“Gānbēi”

I stared at the clear pale sky
the soothing wind surges beneath my skin
over the horizon your image bids goodbye
and darkness begins to scatter up high.

I waited for the alcohol to kick in
as glasses of empty vodka shakinin
should I be happy for this day?
Cheers! Let’s drink! You went away.

My sole companions are the huskiness of liquors
the spicy words you say
are like soundtrack of isolation
It catches my middle finger’s attention.

There is no panacea I could seek
to thwart this burning rage
There is no other remedy
Let’s just live it up to bottles of whiskey.

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