In the Sea of the Forgotten

He stares out his window at the world he cannot bear,
Hears the cars go by as tears well up in his eyes;
He’d steer a different course, but it’s all so unclear;
He’s sunk into the forgotten sea, drunk on cheap wine;
He smashes out his smoke, then strokes the glass rim;
He lights another cigarette, placing an imaginary bet;
He’s a gambler in illusion, delusion his one companion;
He looks at the phone atop his mountain of unread books;
He bets there’ll be no ring and lets himself cry again;
He recounts his sin, wonders if he can begin once more;
He wonders what’s in store for him on the other shore;
He spies the paper he tore laying on the suit he wore;
He blinks, takes a drag, and thinks, ‘Nice suit, eh?’
He waits for the rings that’ll never come, so he sings;
He sings a sad song about how he’ll wing his way above,
He knows, one day when the show’s over and
He’s under clover cover . . .
He stares out his window at the world he cannot bear.

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