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He lives his life…
Like Walter Mitty…
Each dark night…
A different city…
Finding courage…
Round every corner…
To be extraordinary…
Not a life mourner…
Each new adventure…
Carefullly designed…
With colours so vivid…
They fucking blind…
And a beautiful girl…
Upon his arm…
Keeping her safe…
Away from harm…
Then leaving her…
As he moves on…
To another heartbeat…
And a different song…
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But it’s not real…
It’s all in his head…
On the darker days…
He never leaves his bed…
The depression takes hold…
Grips him deep inside…
And for each black moment…
His Eye Will Not Cry…
Refusing to release…
Sealed up so tight…
As he fights his demons…
Every single night…
But no one sees…
And no one cares…
So he keeps it hidden…
As he could never share…
Because they won’t get it…
Or begin to understand…
How his life changed…
The day he lost her hand…
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Beautiful.Love David Bowie,one talented guy.
Thank you – yes, agree about Bowie, I should use more of his music! Cheers J
Beautifully written, and very revealing.
Very kind, thank you – may reveal something, may reveal nothing – either way, thanks for reading 🙂 – Cheers J
Gotcha. 🙂
A sad ending 😦
Sad indeed Yoshiko, but I don’t tend to write happy words… Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment – Cheers J
You are welcome, J and cheers too