Tenderly now the heart feigns warm

the mind is numb with tarry

the eyes are sunk with forlorn

dark skies are no longer starry,

gaunt expression along the pave

where children used to laugh

now its just a broken ally

where drunks lash out in wrath,

I walk this lane in memory

stopping at the face on glass

a bent shape staring back at me

some disheveled looking trash,

moving past for a place to rest

from the heavy upon my weight

I crumble against a wall of piss

gentle wallow, my song of too late.

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