many moons go by
muse
dead
and in dying
left nothing behind
to work with
hands made arthritic
too many cigarettes
writing my daughter's name
and masturbation
leads to hardened knuckles
company comes
goes
and leaves me nothing but
empty
tears at night
are silent
hidden
under sleep glasses
body pillow
pulled out
from the dark closet
only to be abandoned on the floor
because it is too
loud when it lends itself
to my every whim
of sleeping alone
these are my days
and nights
where is my life
Author notes
just a recap of my life nowadays...
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Another gem! Love it and best of luck in the contest.
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