Former Perfection In A Reflection

Former Perfection In A Reflection

A Poem by PoeticFury
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This was unique

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{A young rich guy in his mid 30s walks the floors of his mansion in Hollywood CA as he enters the bathroom he begins to speak loudly}

Is this all I have left?!?!....... I am falling on my last ends because of you. I am falling mentally, physically, and financially, and physically. Ha ha ha. and yet I come to you for help. YOU for help. And what the hell do I get from you as a response? The same exact words that I am saying just in a different manner. Remember Shannon, Kelly, and Duke? I miss all of them, and you are the only one that can help me get them back.

Don't look at me with that blank stare I know you miss them too, but I guess that is out the question now isint it? I can remember when you use to be so clear, and see everything that I use to do we use to do together. WE WERE A TEAM D****T! Now you are just in business for yourself. You need to get it together, so we can do what is right before you make me go crazy. No longer do you wake me up, and smile at me in the morning. When I see you walk around here like you have no worry in the world you need to wake up!!!

You think I am happy like this?

Do you?

I hope... I hope....I hope that this was worth it all. The money, and all the fame was really worth it. I hope it was worth it to lose your family. Was it? It was not worth it and you know it.

(He takes a breath)

You need to get your s**t together. Cause now I hope you see that you took me for granted not only hurt you, but it affected me too.

{As he leaves out he punches the mirror}

© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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