Statistics
statistics say they're checking out at twenty two per day
closure seekers on their final quest
hollow men who don't have time to slowly fade away
side by side they've occupied the chairs of the V. A.
trying pills in hopes of filling hollows in their chest
statistics say they're checking out at twenty two per day
families they left behind in mental disarray
the vacant stares, the secrets close to vest
hollow men who don't have time to slowly fade away
finding solice in a bottle is another bill they pay
their prayers have gone unanswered, their questions unaddressed
hollow men who don't have time to slowly fade away
they find too few distractions to make it through the day
at night they find in sleep there is no rest
hollow men who don't have time to slowly fade away
statistics say they're checking out at twenty two per day
Copyright © Wayne Sapp | Year Posted 2018
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