The plot thickens; he played the game
So timid, so close to victory, tasting a hint of defeat.
The game of his life, trashed and trodden
Beneath unexpected cowardice.
Jack Daniels slowly evaporating
Within the cool glass; nerves
Growing numb to personal sentiments
Listening to “insensitivity” plea for attention.
Clinging to that moment, promising something different;
Feeling the heat of amber Hooch eating away
The remains of expectations.