With nowhere to go
The whiskey didn’t kill the pain,
I walked for hours in the rain
Through the dark streets and lanes,
The night you left me
The whiskey didn’t help at all,
In fact it even made me fall
I needed the support of the wall,
The night you left me
With nowhere to go
I was going nowhere,
And going there real slow,
Knowing that you wouldn’t be there…
_Mary Coughlan (Whiskey didn’t kill the pain, excerpt)_
Image info:
“With nowhere to go”
Milano, Italy, Feb. 2011
© Max S. Volonté
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