He thought he heard a primal scream
that lived inside a nightmare dream.
He woke and felt such tragedy,
and in the mirror he could see
his vacant look and bloodshot eyes.
They weren’t much of a surprise.
His tears were staining haunted cheeks
though she’d been gone for many weeks.
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He wept for love and what he’d lost.
Emotions hid beneath his frost.
His face was twisted with remorse.
He wished their love had changed its course.
He dressed, and then he went downstairs.
He drank some milk and drowned his cares.
He’d warmed the milk with shots of rum
but no relief would ever come.
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He hid this way for many years.
He’d always had these lonely fears.
And then she came and stole his heart.
She left him when he fell apart.
Reality rejects the view
that men and women have no clue.
Some choose to drink and try to hide
the person lurking deep inside.
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They won’t accept the ugly truth
which hides between old age and youth.
He tried to cope with life alone,
rejecting facts he’d always known.
‘Twas not enough to keep the pace
or win the medal for the race.
His mind inside was such a mess.
He drank to make things hurt much less.
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He heard the scream again and so
he knew his life just had to go.
He couldn’t face reality,
and dead he thought he’d rather be.
He had some pills to help him sleep.
For once his sleep was very deep.
In fact, he never woke again,
just one of many broken men.
