By myself for forty years,
Alone at home with my beers
An aged flask
A caged mask
Are we all just home alone between our ears?
In the silence of this room
My thoughts receed into the doom
Are we all just deaf and dumb?
A newborn cries for his mum.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
By myself for forty years,
Alone at home with my beers
An aged flask
A caged mask
Are we all just home alone between our ears?
In the silence of this room
My thoughts receed into the doom
Are we all just deaf and dumb?
A newborn cries for his mum.
My moody silent Sunday brood.