Gravity

Amber is her name 

a quiet and considerate friend

who never seems to fret

 or ever needs amends

A home away from home

for when I'm not at work or bed

I can't let her down
 because she won't give me up

I can't seem to pull myself out of this rut
Another night passes with dirty glasses

filled to brim with cigarette butts

and ashes that decay

under brilliantly tempting neon signs

and it must seem depraved

that I ache godawful with every consecutive day

having no desire or will to be

 in a struggle to sleep eat work and clean
yet I walk a mile for my next foray
there is no happy ending, only ending
if the bills don't get paid