Milton Castellon

Empty Glass

I think of time passed...
I think of time that will never be...
I look inside and find misery.

Time will pass and my scars will never heal...
Now I know exactly how it feels...
The tenderness of the touch, I can't bear it, it's too much.

I will try to fill the spaces with my empty glass...
But the whiskey never seems to quiet the pass...

I promise again not to yell it out loud...
Come and taste my reality, taste the uncouth.
Bite my verse and bleed the words within my mouth...

I quiet my eyes and give into the night...
I'm just too tired for another fight...
She will always win, she's was always right.

I have tried to fill the spaces with a shot in a glass...
But it never seems to quiet the pass...

My true companion has always been near me...
She's always been next to me...
Always patient and has forgiven me.

The truth always stared back at me...
Don't you see?
Loneliness, she now embraces me.

We will fill the void with bottles and a glass...
I know it's quiet now, she has pushed it into the pass...



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