Wednesday 30 January 2019
Robert Four
What it means to try,
within a screaming gale,
no use trying to lie,
in your bones,
who needs a trial,
to find yourself alone,
you look at the time,
your measures fail,
it seems a while,
you think you can atone,
when love trails,
and someone asks you home,
flip a coin see the sky,
talk of finding sail,
it always ends this way,
drink wine from a broken cone,
must be some good mail,
throw stones at ghosts,
it's worse than jail,
forsaken beyond what's right,
you hit the rails,
on that lonely mile.
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