abstract amalgim... don't take it too far

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there he sits a broken man
sitting quiet with his broken plan
his bleeding heart not fitting anywhere
just sitting there in a busted chair

there he sits a wounded man
pondering the awry plan
his heart now hidden in his private dark
his anger alone his only spark

here he sits a thinking man
his mind a steel trap like his plan
and while his heart is deliberating
he is sipping alcohol in the dark

there he sits a tired man
waited to long to work his plan
his heart is lost
so he lays down to sleep
and when he wakes up he will weep

there he sits no longer a man
unsure of all the things he's done
he lost his direction and his plan
and the ability to make the pain fun...

***note*** this is as yet unfinished but like most of my work, it most likely never will be...