as he opened his google wardrobe
to spread and organise his day
his wife behind him,wearing his lifelong failures.
the silent screaming piercing his very heart
shorting his breath
the dream like mountains before him
his blood rushing
just one momment
just a day
a longing,so mysterous so strong
a day filled with laughter
a night spend in sleep
against ourselves,our souls we will give
be it to a devil or a god
for some peace,.
I will give up
Dude,
ReplyDeleteThis prose is well written and very evocative, but it is a total bummer. Life often sucks, but it is more of an idiot’s dream than a serious torment. Go get a bottle of Knob Creek, drink about ten ounces and call up old girlfriends and tell them what you really think. I guarantee you’ll feel better, once the nausea and the headaches go away.