Millie

What hurts most inside, something in your face, eyes open wide, all you need to know, no longer drums like rain, more a fallen snow, next to a lover’s why, I see you look away, all you do is cry, a million ways to show, I absolve you of blame, nowhere else to go, discarded in our time, us writers of the Plains , the barometer slides, drink away our woes, I once jumped rail, whisky face aglow, try to raise your game.