Day by day
In the evening after work
Saturdays included,
Thursday even earlier.
Rusty, he drives to the tarven.
At the same corner he parks his car
Coz he knows he will be there for a while.
Three drinks to start with he orders
In time he doesn't even remember how many he's had
Oh in regret, how he wishes for the time to pass so that he can go home straight to bed coz,
Nobody in the house wants to spend time with him, ever since they gained their strength.
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Gal Mux
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Very sad poem for some it’s their reality
Heartbreaking
Oh this was so sad! I didn't expect that ending. Very well done!
So wonderfully penned, but that last line and the title are a kicker! Great work, Gal!