Broken Man

You walk into a bar

Some dingy, dirty shithole that at first glance you think you’ll find peace.

I mean there’s an open seat and they have your brand of whiskey

So you settle in and order up

Well is all and things are good

You take a long hard pull of your drink and sink deep into thought

Sit and sip and do hard fought rounds in the ring in your head

You drink in a bubble

As the people pile in and reality stacks up

You finally crack and it all comes crashing down around you

Life, Death, Love, Loss, You, Her, Everything, Anything and Nothing at all

It’s all too goddamn much for an already fractured spirit

What ever happened to all the dives


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