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This piece is intended to be a slam performance piece and is kind of sad and depressing.

 

He walks alone;

a quiet ghost in a loud busy world.

His steps are not the same.

It’s okay; she left him.

 

He eats alone;

a desolate dinner in a land full of feasts.

His meals are not the same.

It’s okay; she left him.

 

He reads alone;

a poem whose lines run together and no longer have any meaning.

His words are not the same

It’s okay; she left him.

 

He sleeps alone;

a huge bed with a chilling emptiness that swallows him whole.

His dreams are not the same.

It’s okay; she left him.

 

He thinks alone;

a series of babbling, incoherent thoughts that an outsider could never discern and truth be known, neither can he.

His thoughts… they are not the same.

It’s okay; she left him

 

But, really, it’s not okay. A man’s life hangs in the balance because of one simple sentence that someone might of let slip; one failure to communicate which easily could have been prevented by one kind word, one hug, or one kiss. He continues his daily drudgery of life, removing layer after layer of himself, like a mildewed, rotten onion, useless and tossed away…

 

His smile… Rip… gone

His laughter… Rip… gone

His personality… Rip… gone

His whole life... Rip... gone

 

… until only this skeletal shell of person remains, only the basic, essential actions are performed… the heart beats, the lungs breath… and it hurts him so much to live that even those aren’t really worth doing anymore. So alas…

 

He dies alone;

“Did she not see the same love that I saw?”

His world is not the same.

It’s not okay; but she left him.

 

He walks.

He eats.

He reads.

He sleeps.

He thinks.

He dies.

 

Alone.

Reviews

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This is sad, but I really liked it. You were very creative and it obviously took you alot of time to think of. This is a great poem, keep writing. Thanks for sharing. -Amy