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Sharing a Glass of Loneliness

No one wants to drink alone, For sweet time is precious and unknown. But here sits a disheartened fool Slouched heavy on an unsteady bar stool, Remembering how it was to smile As he drinks to forget about life for a while. Trickling tears black as coal, Escapes silently from an unbearable soul So sad and all alone, Don't know where he's come from, Nor where he's going, Defeated at the sound of war, Crawling lifeless towards the shore Bitter, broken with exhaust, His eyes filled, with good times lost. Puzzled with thoughts of gods creation, Sprouting tears of devastation He asks with difficulty breathing Why life’s eyes are not seeing. People killing, people dying, People stealing, people lying, Street kids crying, mothers sighing, While God sits luxuriously spying. O' how inspiring! Synchronized thoughts running through his brain, For Knowledge is truth And Truth is pain. He'd rather die than be insane. Secrets tied to the tail of a dragon, As the clock runs out Hands of fate are replying Into his drink he whispers "I am not what you desire This is all I have, My soul,and not is it for hire" Burning the candle of solitudes flame Repelling the insidious deviants inside his mind Truths deep hidden, though so thin they bleed Chained to his heart with a collar and lead Struggling to find the day Never mind the right things to say As he fills up his glass From his hidden stash He yells "Wake me up when there are no longer goodbyes Only smiling,happy,peaceful eyes All I have i no longer need This weight I bear is killing me This is someone else you see Just tie the noose and set me free" As the traveller bows his final dawn Never be his secrets known, For no ear was lent to hear his song A drink alone, departs lifes unknown.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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