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The Silence
Every night
I die of depression and loneliness
and wonder what I’m hanging on to.
Little scraps
little moments
while you try
to figure yourself out.
I can’t,
I cannot keep doing this.
At the cafe
I had one beer
then two
and thought the walk would help.
I listened to music on the way
and there I
felt temporarily relieved.
I smelled pizza,
Which was tempting so late at night,
but alas I only had
six dollars to my name,
and the drinks are calling me.
I managed to only spend four,
and the beggar outside got the rest.
I didn’t even care if he was scamming me.
“Better days are ahead tomorrow, Kenneth.”
and he nodded in agreement.
Thankfully I grew up poor,
so I walked home and thought of you,
scooped up some flour,
bloomed what little yeast I had left
and made enough dough
to make a pizza tonight.
I will find my pleasure somewhere,
if not in your arms
then in my kitchen,
the kitchen we once shared and prepared
our meals in.
Comments
gregwa8
Wed, 2018-09-05 23:50
I like how you went from the
I like how you went from the allure of pizza in the cafe, to making the pizza in your own home. A reoccurring theme that showed a sort of transformation in the poet's character. Becoming a consumer or passive party to an active party, seeking to make his own happiness.
Conect11
Thu, 2018-09-06 06:51
than you Greg
I never thought of it like that, but it IS a warming thought!
Sparrow
Thu, 2018-09-06 03:55
Loved this
Some truth or complete fiction, we must know sometimes, it puts a better value on the write, we should have a tick box for that on streaming writes.
I have received a few sorry about my life and the things that happen only to have to say that the write is fiction ??
I hope this is fiction or a reflection of If thoughts.
A great write no matter and the person depicted was a wonderful soul that walks the Earth.
Yours as always Ian ..
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Unconditional love to you all.
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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti
Conect11
Thu, 2018-09-06 06:50
thank you Ian
The events in the poem are complete fact and occurred about an hour before I wrote it.
raj
Thu, 2018-09-06 14:24
this is pretty good about
this is pretty good about reconciling with what is rather than what is no more..,,,,with a good title...
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raj (sublime_ocean)