Unhealthy mistake

Sitting on the verge of a bed with my back

hunched passed my knees as my head tilts wile

I stare into space

 

Holding a bottle of Jack like my son with one

hand and balancing a cigarette between two of

my fingers in the other

 

I just had sex for all the wrong reasons; not even

deep breaths and several pitiful attempts of

self justification can rescue me

 

I turn my head as she removes herself from 

the covers of self loathing just to get my last glimpse

from behind

 

No matter how you look at it, eyes of lust will

always follow, but there’s no way I can look from

the front for the fear of complete self destruction

 

I can hear the sounds of silence as she slowly dresses

and leaves to rejoin humanity along with my dignity

 

The money’s by the door are the only words that are

spoken and the only words entrenched in memory    

 

  

Reviews

[emmajoy]

An honesty that rarely finds its way into the appreciation of how a piece is written rather than the crass 'wow, oh my'. You've written with verve and sincerity, certainly no frills or fun here but it's truth therefore, it packs a punch, same time, touches its nose at polite society.

Great stanza, ' Holding a bottle of Jack like my son with one ~ hand and balancing a cigarette between two of ~ my fingers in the other ..' interesting reference to a son .. a clue to the place outside this tableau.

[Lily Mae]

I feel as if I just fell inside the well of souls of you. Deep and intense.. You've written this out in such a great way with detail that I could feel myself as these people.. Awesome write..xo

[Priscilla Sayers]

A feeling that leaves one void of feeling. That is when self destruction consumes us, in a place where voids are unable to be filled and emotion becomes emotionless. I feel ya my friend.

[Becky Clancy]

This is a really sad peom :'( But its was really good at the same time (: