I uttered my first words of the day
At 9 o’clock at night
Even then it was to speak to the other side of me
Trying to fill the hours when you don’t
Want to be with anyone
But hate the thought of being lonely
Sitting in my thinking chair,
My body here but mind elsewhere,
It’s getting late but it’s too soon to cry,
Feels like winter in the middle of July
I roam from room to room feeling safe,
These walls offer protection
Confinement is a reassuring friend
The darkness makes it easier to sleep
But I can’t get no peace
A gallery of faces sit without their names
Champion of the meek ain’t grand
500ml trophy in hand
Waiting for the dawn to purify
Feels like winter in the middle of July
I hear friendly voices laughing in the living room,
However when I join them empty seats are all that greet me,
Echoes bounce inside my head and then defeat me
Trying to fill the hours when you don’t
Want to be with anyone
But hate the thought of being lonely
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