Devastated men once young,
Are now trying to climb out of that pit of lonely spaces,
And somehow fill a cup which has never been empty.
Young men staring at the reflection,
The lake saying nothing back-
Wanting approval- the hands of a healer.
Pour him another,
Light up again,
Numb the senses until memory is just a word.
Once someone's baby
Now all grown up,
Their faces long in the setting sun.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
Devastated men once young,
Are now trying to climb out of that pit of lonely spaces,
And somehow fill a cup which has never been empty.
Young men staring at the reflection,
The lake saying nothing back-
Wanting approval- the hands of a healer.
Pour him another,
Light up again,
Numb the senses until memory is just a word.
Once someone's baby
Now all grown up,
Their faces long in the setting sun.
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