Cinquain #4: Drunken murmurs

Bottles
Broken and empty
Scattered on the floor
As me and my friends fall asleep
Dead drunk

Ashtrays
Empty and clean
Cigarettes never lay
Lips are sealed this time for a smoke
No butts

Snore
Dream fantasy
Tomorrow’s a new day
To start again another booze
Sleep

Forget
Better than pills
To drink more gin and die
Missed somebody I really love
Forgive

Wake me
When morning comes
I want to be refreshed
To face the days and life ahead
Live free