No Way Back
Time no longer passes in my world.
All is hollow, burned out
The wind howls its anger
No one sees me disappearing
Like torn paper in the wind.
A tree fallen with no one watching
That’s me.
I lie in salt-soaked sheets
Praying I will dissolve, leave this life.
I have heard all the clichés
How the past does not define you.
Choose your own path
Make your own luck.
It is all hot air, lip service
To help others feel they have
Played their part.
Poor Joe, he has lost his soul
To the bottle.
It will take a miracle to get him back
For some of us, there is no miracle
No way back…
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