Lyretry

my post (5) (3)

Lonesome barflies and ragged Romeos
Dwellers steeped in nostalgia
Shame from my mind ever flows
No Jesus—no God—no euthanasia

Giving up is come and go
Street lights—indication of the way
I put this smile on for show
For sorrow tends to fill my day

The roots have dug deep
I gently—deliberately bend in the wind
With no dreams to assuage my sleep
Into oblivion—no journey and no end

Hours of daylight tirelessly mock
Keeping me isolated with judge—jury—and executioner
I fear they listen—I know they gawk
Negotiating what’s left—not for more but for fewer

Blackness returns in pursuit of hour after hour
I no longer scurry—I no longer refuse to contest
Their judgment rings out louder and louder
I stagger around this unrelenting mess

Lonesome barflies and ragged Romeos
Dwellers steeped in sorrow
All this time—who knows where it goes
Till night arises anew and we forget our tomorrows

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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