Life has a way of punching us
in the face when we least expect it
a sucker punch for the ages
a death, a breakup, a divorce, lay off
we ask life why
but get no reasonable or timely answer
just a dismissal
a deal with it on your own.
so we do.
You prepare all your meals for yourself
by yourself now
no one there to greet you when you come home
just an empty chair
congealed globs on toast have become your new staple
water has been replaced by alcohol
and the only friends in your life
are the roaches on the floor
who also run away from you when you need to talk.
At 7PM you retire into the living room
listening to records in the dark
the only circle of life from the turn table spinning red.
you feel something deep inside!
life may be coming for an answer after all!
it comes.
you roll onto your side to vomit
to avoid swallowing your own pride
getting a little on your shirt
but you don't have to be anywhere
you're fine.
Not everyone is.
the sirens from outside blare
you think, they're coming for you
maybe you're saved!
but they go right on past
life doesn't care about you anymore
its someone else's turn to get punched.
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Author:
Justin Edse (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2022 20:59
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
It feels that way way often in my life also.
It's a lonely feeling. You know a change should be made but there seems to be comfort wallowing in the familiar.
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