Sitting at a bar,
I scanned the room,
the mix of colors red,
and black.

Not a sip of drink had touched my tongue,
But I was drowned ,
In the mixed feelings,
And sad songs.

Suddenly,
my eyes landed,
on the bar lady holding a jar,
as she stood silently in a corner.

While my eyes settled on her glorious frame,
Hers looked around the field,
of drunk people and wasted souls,
and she had a smile on her lips.

Alas, our eyes met,
The smile sitting still on her face,
as she walked over to me.
Her mouth opened to speak but,
I beat her to it.

“It hasn’t been long since I sat here, but I'm already suffocated by the bitterness...