Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 21, 2016

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 21st of August.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 21st of August.

It was a lonely life
But it was
The only one he knew.
Nothing had been the same
Since before the fall,
When the bottom dropped
Out of the world
And he realised
It was all down hill
Even from the lowest slopes.
That is a long way
In old money
And all he had
To play with
Once they let him go.
Not that he was ready
For the break
With routine,
He had nothing to go
Home to.
Loneliness was his closest
Companion
And the only friend
He really knew
Not to ask for too much.
It was a constant
Nagging
Reminder of the foolishness
Of pride,
When he thought
How easily
Things had been
Allowed to slide
After the love
Of his life had gone.
So much of him
Went with her,
All that was left
Just enough
To smile at strangers
Close the door on friends.
He could cope
With being on his own,
It was being alone
In a crowd
That broke his spirit.
Going home to an
Empty house
An empty bed.
He found it so much easier
To stay indoors
And live with ghosts,
Rather than cry
On the shoulders of hosts,
Leave a dinner too soon,
Shout at the moon,
Become a stranger,
Even to himself.
Better to be invisible
And stay silent,
Than be a burden
On loved ones.


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