6thpoem by Drunken master

Here I am
Writing after drinking the 3rd can.
Looking to my left on my bed.
Wishing that someone was there instead.
Not just to pass the time.
Not to make me feel fine
Just someone special so I don’t cry at night.
Someone to hold close.
Valuing them the most.
I made the mistake of not doing that enough apparently.
Shit gets bad, people leave so suddenly.
So many flashes and images surround me.
Sometimes  I can see me smiling.
Other times I can see me dying .
I don’t want the latter to come true.
So why is a pillow next to me instead of you.
Why is there a player 1 and no player 2.
Without any guidance , what am I suppose to do?
Please come soon.
Lord let it happen quickly.
Covid is a thing and yet I feel so sickly.
 I try to sleep and then I wake up just the same.
Need to be a part of that positive mind frame.
These days it’s straight up insane.
I’m not even trying to play games .
The tired drunken master with another one.
Sometimes when I write these, I wish they were more fun.