when moments beautiful enrapture the mind,
when envisaged rendezvous ceaselessly impress,
a blanket of disturb clouds the confused mind,
with icy fingers that claw from within,
with cold eyes and questions sans answers,
ypu ponder and question for a reason why,
was it her tears you were missin ,
were it those years left lagging,
were it those dreams that sing crash and burn,
clueless you run through a tunnel sealed tight,
then a knock from somewhere senile,
you open the door hoping its worth the damn try,
only to hear the world shouting out high,
shut up bitch and drown the whisky dry.............
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