Those sad songs
They take you back to that gray place
The dingy bars
The down and outs
The dust that covers us,
Like old coats
...Warm and loving
This is the place,
This is the place we go to be resurrected
The living limbo
The place your both dead & alive.
You wait for someone to save you
You wait for someone to walk through that door
Silhouetted by blinding light,
An angel
...Broad shoulders, and a handsome face
...Red lipstick and a black dress to match
We come and go
Born...Resurrected
But this stool has me bound
My ball and chain
All I have waiting...
A cold bed,
With a heart to match.
So I smile.
I smile because that's what I have left.
I smile and I strike conversation.
Quiet and Polite.
Play the part,
Because I know what they want to hear...
The sad writer,
Heartbroken and alone.
And here
...Sitting in eternity...
I am much obliged.
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