A LONE TEAR CRIED

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Scattered sunlight
Through a growling sky
To a single room
A watching eye.

A neon clock burns
Pink, blue and green
Transcending colour
Highlights his dreams.

His coat on a chair
Still damp from a shower
Of the pitiless rain
From Heavens high tower.

Radio plays blues
Cigarette it burns
Reminds him of old days
When the turntable turned.

Deep in his thoughts
Cold water rushes
Memories return
Sadness it pushes.

To another hard drink
From a bottle well tried
A distant look
From a lone tear cried.

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