Chasing Shadows

In the dim light of a bar, I watch him pour,

a stranger drowning in spirits, a soul lost at sea.

Memories flood like a river, an old familiar lore,

chasing the shadows that whisper to me.

I ache to escape, to run from this chain,

but the thrill of the chase is an unyielding fire.

Each drink a reminder, a stab of old pain,

while laughter is lost in the weight of desire.