My life, an unwritten page, an unpaid wage;
My life, a smothered fire, an unfulfilled desire;
My life, a leaking boat in a raging sea,
My life, in a desert, a leafless tree;
Tired and lost, I walk the road lonely,
My friend, the dusty sun only;
On the path to a marred glory,
Love defeated in this sweet story;
Her voice in my mind sings,
With her I could fly without wings;
Her face in my eyes appears,
Welling them with tears;
Her smile in my heart stays,
Her fragrance comes and betrays;
With a hollow soul, am alive yet dead;
With a dream shattered , I walk ahead;
As a writer of a story incomplete,
With a pain that ceaselessly repeats ;
As a traveler without a destiny,
With an empty heart missing my tiny;
--------------------------The Drunken Mind
Epilogue: A hypothetical situation where the drunken mind will be in such a state as described in this poem, when his love would have forsaken him.
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