Lone Wolf Lament - Bukowski : Tales from the Bourbon-Soaked Bar

The day begins like any other,
with the stench of last night's whiskey still lingering on my breath.
I crawl out of bed, feeling like a broken-down machine
but there's work to be done, bills to be paid.

I head to the bar down the street,
where the bartender greets me with a nod.
I take a seat at the counter, feeling the coolness of the metal
against my skin.

I order my usual, a shot of bourbon,
and take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through my veins.
The world around me fades away,
and I'm left with my thoughts, my demons.

They taunt me, telling me I'm no good,
that I'll never amount to anything.
But I push them aside, take another sip,
and keep going.

I spend my days working a dead-end job,
dealing with idiots who think they're better than me.
But I know the truth, I know who I am,
and I won't let them bring me down.

At night, I head back to the bar,
where I drown my sorrows in alcohol.
I watch the people around me, lost souls
just like me, trying to find their way.

Sometimes I meet a woman,
and we spend the night together.
But it never lasts, they never understand me,
and I'm left alone again.

But I don't mind, I'm used to it.
I'm a lone wolf, a rebel,
a man who doesn't fit in.
And I'm okay with that.

I'll keep living my life,
drinking, writing, and chasing my dreams.
Because in the end, that's all that matters,
that's all we have.

I'll keep on writing, pouring out my soul
onto paper with a typewriter's clickety-clack.
My words are my escape, my sanctuary,
a way to make sense of the chaos.

They say I'm a drunkard, a lowlife,
but I know I'm more than that.
I'm a poet, a philosopher,
a man who sees the world for what it truly is.

I'll keep on living my life,
with its highs and its lows,
its struggles and its victories.
I'll keep on fighting, because that's all I know.

And when I'm gone, they'll say I was a drunk,
a womanizer, a nobody.
But they'll be wrong, because I was more,
I was a writer, a rebel, a legend.

So I'll keep on living, one day at a time,
with my bottle of whiskey and my typewriter by my side.
I'll keep on writing, until my fingers can't move,
until my soul can't speak anymore.

And when that day comes, I'll know I lived,
I'll know I made a difference,
in my own small way.
Because that's all we can hope for,
to leave our mark, to make our presence felt.

So let the world judge me, let them say what they will.
Because I know who I am, and that's all that matters.

I'll continue to live my life on my own terms,
writing my way through the pain and the hurt.
I'll continue to find beauty in the darkness,
to see the light in the shadows.

And if they never understand me,
if they never see the man behind the words,
that's alright, because I write for myself,
not for their approval or their praise.

I write to feel alive, to connect with the world,
to share my experiences and my thoughts.
I write to make sense of this crazy existence,
to find meaning in the chaos.

So I'll keep on writing, until my dying day,
until my last breath leaves my body.
And even then, my words will live on,
a testament to a life well-lived.

So let them call me a drunk, a loser, a fool.
Let them say I wasted my life on booze and women.
Because I know the truth, I know who I am,
and nothing they say can change that.

I am a writer, a poet, a man who lived his life his way.
And in the end, that's all that matters.
















The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVI, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
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