Grey

With every click
a part of the past flashes by.

A broken soul twists and turns
churns and spurns. It never learns.

the pins hit quick and hard.
All the pieces, all the shards

quiver, tremble, burn, and fall.
Every exchange, quick and dull;

He took the risk and he fell.
He confined himself to this hell.

With every resurgence a new strike blows;
back on the ground facing new lows.

Sometimes it's hard to fall asleep,
thinking of her makes him weak

in a way that creates an insomniac
a torturous consciousness, a mental wrack.

The rower is out and the weather is glum
he now realizes he is deaf and dumb.

nothing gets through. He needs to flee,
but the oars have sunken so painfully.

Abandoned and alone, a storm he shall face,
floating above a sea of disgrace,
only himself left to embrace.