Can of Loneliness

Strongbow can with a straw,

After hours on a cold damp wall.

Just like that of the one who left it,

Alone after dark in the dew filled air.

No one to notice it,

And no body cares -

About you,

Faceless teen.

Drinking into forgetfulness,

Through a petit plastic straw.

Holding a thought of girly youth,

Refusing to accept the teenage alcoholic’s dream.

No time for ice or a glass,

Not even four walls and a bar.

Ring pull to your innermost secrets,

Now contorted permanently open revealing who you are.