Robert

He seeks a hopeless retreat, for all he cannot find, nothing seems to please, he won't bear good news, that love just needs time, or hear a little truth, fears the hiss of blasphemy, he doesn't rate sublime, or give anyone a treat, can't disguise his Blues, or face what's in his mind, there's never only you, he shakes his keys, December in a warm clime, brings no Odyssey, rather than a loving creed, for what might chime, he'd prefer to bleed, forget any sense of ease, that isn't just a crime, gains explosive release, bathing in strong wine.