Knot

Trapped in a dead man’s watch, 
A young man’s soul sinks in the abyss 

Falling through echoes and whispers 

The tailor only made the tie

Sold it to a friend, 

And the user’s guide he keeps

Beneath a cracked mug, 

“the pain never goes away”

Whisky stains on the pages

Of a father’s will to his son

He stares at the knot in the mirror

“I never get it right”

And steps off a leaning chair

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