Regel Posted July 1, 2004 Report Posted July 1, 2004 (edited) The man mined gold with conversation He charmed the world and used persuasion To see him smile was never rare What happened to him was it despair? Independence and self esteem Perhaps the dying of a dream Stolen away bit by bit Until in his world he didn’t fit. The words dried up as silence fell And once again he was in its spell Nothing to do but wait and see He asks himself “What is left that’s me?” Pills to manage and console An illness that he can’t control Darkness drawn on misery It took his masculinity. Dawn and time to rise To face a life he does despise Quietly he rose with discontent That final day he fell silent. Edited July 1, 2004 by Regel
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