Freezing cold and rain outside makes broken hope to a man inside.
Craving a bourbon glass and peanuts to hide; the taste of bitter to others sits beside.
A bar in town with some regulars inside, lost dreams joint to people seeking a peace of mind.
Asking to refill that glass just died, this one on my bill he loudly cried.
Sipped it a bit and a deja vu kicked back, a face on the bottom appeared in black.
Moaning of marching women with tears they crack, a chill on his skin all could mark.
When her face reflexed in his glass of Daniels Jack, his sigh face turned anger then black.
When her name crossed his mind he gently leaned back, a sign of stroke came near or more of a heart attack.
Nostalgic he went over a memory of her, all he processed is all the pain that once accrue.
Why she picked a side damn her, screaming unconsciously he unfurl.
Astonished bartender yelling at him SIR!!, "Here in silence everybody suffer".
Apologize me folk he viciously concur, I rest my peace to this mind I torture.
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