Deafening Silence
Devoted to those poor lost souls.
I'm bombarded with a deafening silence
As I sit here alone in my room
Thinking of how my life might have been
Encased in this dark dismal tomb
I once had it all or so I had thought
I walked with a confident air
But fate intervened and changed everything
I'm now travelling this road of despair
My closest friend is this bottle of whiskey
The relief I get from the pain
Of a lifetime of utter sadness and sorrow
When I dream we're together again
If only my words could convince you my love
But they just seem so hollow and trite
It appears so hopelessly futile to me
As I lay awake lamenting each night
So I guess I'll go back to my bottle of booze
And the only true friend I've had
I'll think of how things might have been
Bombarded by thoughts so sad
© Jack Ellison 2013
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