Raucous laughter permeates his ears

Smiling gleefully, lager dribbling down the corners of his mouth

Slapped across the back, fooling around on a Saturday night

A night out on the town

Stumbling towards the bar, the ninth drink or perhaps the tenth

He’d lost count

Banging fists on the table, a scream for help masked by an intoxicated smile

Silent to the others, he weeps bitterly

SHOTS! The fiery liquor coats the back of his throat, burning away any voice left

House music thumps violently, shaking his body

A single tear lands in his glass

Surrounded by his friends

No… friends is far too strong

These bodies didn’t truly care for him

A superficial nod of the head or an empty ‘how are you’ possibly but nothing more

Surrounded by his fellow species

The more smiles he saw, the more people he locked lips with, the more claps across the back

The perpetual isolation would never leave

Perhaps it was a part of him

Dousing these sorrows with another vodka

He staggered towards the dance floor

The story of a man in the midst of his demise

Never alone yet always lonely