Oct 23 2010
Alone
Coming home to a welcome of empty chairs
dark grey walls blast out a silence
as a reminder of a joy that once was
A man alone, deserted in a multitude of cries,
an empty bowl in the midst of a feast
Playing to an audience of a thousand memories
drawing vain comfort from imagined applause
an emotional performance worthy of high award
painfully his prize, remains a passing fantasy
A young man dies, buried deep in mother earth
no funeral, no flowers, no friends, no sympathy
just alone.
George W Knox
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
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awww thats how the sad abused people die 🙁
That’s not fair. I was not ready to cry. Tears are still flowing from these once hardened eyes.