Page 10 - Musings From Pandemic
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Woman at the Bar
She glides up to the bar taking a seat
Calmly orders whiskey served up neat
Slowly she glances around the darkroom
People trying hard to hide their gloom
One by one, they approach to talk to her
All with the same bad intentions, it’s a blur
Sipping another, looking for something
Soberness gives way to more nothing
She entertains the many all want the same
She knows they won’t remember her name
Men continuing trying their best come on
A couple of hours of fun but soon it’s gone
It doesn’t matter what she ever does
Doesn’t matter how much the buzz
She’s still lonely inside, wishing for more
Praying happiness comes through her door
Into the Flames
Hanging onto something not there
As it drags me down into the flames
Who better than me to take the blame?
I reached for perfection, a flaming star
A goddess that was beyond compare
Beyond what a mortal as I deserved
A man reaching for an angel it occurs
Falling to hell, lost without a prayer
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