The lone man plays with agony
I see a man crying for lost memories
Sitting alone in a dark room
On a somber night
There is a storm rolling in
I can hear it
Low rumbles signal its arrival
He closes his eyes
Presses his hands to his head
And breaks away
He’s soaring to unknown heights
But traveling to known places
And he remembers
In the dark room he sits
Holding himself for comfort
I try to reach out, but stop
He cries out in agony
Only to be ignored by
Silent ghosts and the rumbling storm
The curtains dance
The only reminder
Of passing time
Silence is the only sound
Inside the room,
Inside the man’s head
Outside a ferocious storm rages
Trying in vain
To wash away the agony
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