Blocks

I've come slowly, but unerringly to the close
Of this chapter, and its remains, just scraps
Of memory, I close this chapter like the
One before, with this aching feeling, I
Broke a heart or two, and I cannot count
On their forgiveness, these pathetic scraps
Are my legacy, and do I sound as tired as
I feel? It doesn't even hurt this time,
I'm numbed by my disgrace, I'll kill my
Bitterness with anger, and replace
Redemption with emptiness, a whiskey ballad,
It is the helplessness of the hopeless, and
I've come slowly, but unerringly to the
Close of this chapter, so all quiet on the
Western Front, and let's observe a moment
Of silence for the broken hearts.

Sweet Dreams