He sits and thinks
About how pathetic
His life has
Become.

The past years echo
Through his head
Like endless guitar
Feedback -- the reverb
Of time turned to 
Ten.

He sits and thinks 
About how empty
His life has
Become.

He flips through
Channel after channel

He listens to
Song after song

He flips through
Page after page

But nothing can
Fill the void

His soul screams
In pain

His spirit cries
In the night

His mind begins
To disintegrate

To break apart
Into a million
Fragments.

He needs something,
He needs someone,

To make him whole
Again.

But the walls 
Come up --

Barriers to contact,
Boundaries that cannot
Be crossed.

The desire to
Reach out is a
Lonely cinder --

In a fire that
Is washed away
In a storm of
Self-denial

It winks out.

And life marches 
On -- empty,
Worthless,

Alone.

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