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Tonight
Tonight was like any other
Nothing stood out
Just the quiet passage of time
Each clock tick quicker than the last
Yet the day crawls
Tonight was as empty as the rest
Masturbatory habits
Self serving with little result
A distraction at its very best
From these closing walls
Tonight there plays a familiar song
One tied to distant memory
Of joyous days forgotten
Long before the mind took over
When heart took the wheel
Tonight I need to feel you
If nothing else so I can feel at all
So it's back to the past I go
Because there's no tangible future
Time doesn't always heal
Nothing stood out
Just the quiet passage of time
Each clock tick quicker than the last
Yet the day crawls
Tonight was as empty as the rest
Masturbatory habits
Self serving with little result
A distraction at its very best
From these closing walls
Tonight there plays a familiar song
One tied to distant memory
Of joyous days forgotten
Long before the mind took over
When heart took the wheel
Tonight I need to feel you
If nothing else so I can feel at all
So it's back to the past I go
Because there's no tangible future
Time doesn't always heal
Published 19th Jan 2018
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Anonymous
19th Jan 2018 1:36pm
Sometimes digging into old wounds is all we can do when the numbness spreads too far. At least the pain reminds us we're still alive. I can relate to this one. That last stanza is a clamp around the heart. Sending hugs, my friend
...Willow
...Willow
