A poorly night

I turned the radio on,
AC/DC were playing –
breaking cans
against the walls.

I thought, I have a life –
better than this.
Ripped with moans
of delight.

But then,no roses, no forests.
And a woman,
alone with her life.
Maybe, I was wrong?

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