No Rhythm Only Blues

 

as he lit his cigar and began humming

while slowly sipping the remains of his whiskey

 

It seems life’s hardships are all he had ever known

No one knew where he layed his troubled head

No one cared enough to pry

The only thing left is for him to cry

 

A soft sob escaped his lips

Slowly he lowered his body to the ground

His head hung between his thighs

As he surrendered to the loneliness

That comes with the night....