sodden.

a song for the sodden loveless:
how can you tell being lost
in redeeming yourself
for as like losing your soul
that feels like no other

and there is no other..

better than reprisal
to appease my peace of mind.
twenty-seven minutes ago,
i swallowed the pain pills
of not talking to you
as it is not near you.
where should i begin?

the next drink tells tall tales:
the end is but unwaking to the sleep
i will always waver.
might there be someone or something
to lay my head in comfort
as it was in your lap?
maybe
and then some.

but you are a friend
and so much more when i needed one.
i pertain to the senselessless
of where i could
and should be.
only with thoughts
as waiting can only suffice
and silence
to scream mercilessly a tune,

and there is no other..
but a song for the solemn,
a song for the sodden.