desolation row

she’s taking photos of the future

she’s painting the background black

the walls they’re closing in on her and

she’s not pushing back

and the minutes pass like hours

the weeks they pass like years

as eyes keep filling up until

there’s no room for her tears

and she’s stuck inside of silence

not knowing where to go

so she’s resigned to living on

Desolation Row.

.

now there’s no hope for tomorrow,

as there’s no dream for today

her thoughts they’re going nowhere,

and those thoughts won’t go away

and her only true companion

is her cold contactless phone

it’s never very far from her

it keeps her on her own

but the only calls she’ll ever make

in the life that she’ll forgo

are the calls she’ll make whilst dying on

Desolation Row

.

After Bob Dylan

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