Lonely

Ashes fall from the cigarette of the man who can't forget

Who learns more from a single second of silence

Than from any word ever spoken to him

Any poem misunderstood

Or from every second of his past that haunts him

Could I be more lonely

I don't know if I could

Put in front of the mirror

Why he can't recall

As he stares into the scars he cannot cover

But to all hands laid upon him

And all the hands that try to hold him

The pain still hides beneath the surface

Could I be more lonely...

Night passes behind him but he doesn't turn to look

The shackles and the gag will not allow it

So far am I from caring, he says

Or do I care too much?

For the more I give the more I must be given