The silence is striking And the aftermath Is a mess that will keep Until morning When the alcohol reaches Its descent to hungover -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #106
He took her hand. She was not used to being touched.
Table for One
A day spent alone Surrounded by strangers As strange as it sounds Isn't as lonely as you would think -Kel Dayheart
Empty Handed
My hands have been Empty, lonesome
Loneliness Creeps In
Disorientated and left confused Lingering in the dust Forgotten, used up There is no clarity Only solitary confinement -Kel Dayheart
Empty Bar
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Fragment of a Figment 