
Picture taken from Pinterest
Not too many horizons
when you live in a small home
with small windows
and thick blinders
and only face the smoky ceiling
as you sit sprawled on the bed,
bottle in hand, more empty than full,
cigarette between fingers, more ashes
than light.
Work starts only the day after tomorrow
so there is nothing to do now
just like there won’t be much to do then
He’s not alone in this,
this young man
He thinks now of past lovers
and it’s like God delivers a gift all of a sudden
There’s a knock on the door
he stands
dizzy
about to vomit
and finds his way to the door
opens
Well.
Hell.
It’s been… What, a year already?
The woman holds a child in her arms
and tells him it’s his.
The same whore who ran away with the little
money he had about…
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The imagery at the beginning is particularly true to life. I love the poem from start to finish – thank you.
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Oh, I thank you, Ben (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)
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The poem is Amazing! Love the imagery and vocabulary👍👌
great work done
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Oh, thank you 😁
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your welcome😉 you are a good blogger btw
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God does shine in this dark world of sin and shame, if we will but look . . .
Our ransom has been paid in full.
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It is a picture of real life.
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(◍•﹏•) For some people. Unfortunately.
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