COMFORTA Poem by Hell in a Hip Flask'I missed out on my teenage years, I led a sheltered life. I was practising scales instead of playing football.'’Nah I’m sorry not tonight, I’m just not feeling it’ ‘Oh come on! You said that last time just come out you’ll
enjoy it!’ ‘No I really shouldn’t, work in the morning and everything’ See she already overthought it. Overcomplicated her life again, taught to rein it in and never dream of diamond rings, or flings in the Spring, an entire life caught without stories to tell or songs to sing. She took the hand she was dealt with but never played the cards Now she thirty-three, brooding in the corner of her bars. Thinking of the missed opportunities the numbers she deleted, the faces she forgotten and the fears she ain’t defeated A whole life based on the lie, that patience was a virtue, cos now her blood run dry, her looks could hurt you, and them untouched thighs, will do they best to desert you As they lay quivering, under woollen rugs, in the corner of her bed, where she shrivels up, is she sleeping or is she dead? It’s worse than that, She cold… And she growing colder still, whether it’s the grey of the day or the freshly packaged bills Small apartment in Oxford, costs a lot but that’s okay, Daddy’s a CEO, offices in London and L.A. She in his heart and his wallet so ain’t never had to pay. Never enough to go crazy, or too little to be driven, she was fine with comfortable, if it meant easy middle living. But she cries every night…. Numb to the world outside, inside her walls she can’t hide from her own echoes, the whispers in the morning and the screams at night. Asking simple questions to nobody so she ain’t getting a simple answer. She may never read this, but I’ll answer her question anyway. Go outside. © 2017 Hell in a Hip FlaskAuthor's Note
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Added on April 16, 2017 Last Updated on April 16, 2017 Tags: stuck, bored, depressed, unfulfilled AuthorHell in a Hip FlaskMoscow, IDAboutI’m a new writer, I enjoy writing short essays, but would love feedback on anything and everything. Don’t be afraid to tear into my work, it will be appreciated more..Writing
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