A Joker from Another Deck

One card isn't right.

I bury my face under the sheets,

Another day I don't want to meet.

My father's voice all night long:

"Boy, stand up;

You've got to be strong."

But that voice is over--

It's been longer than a while.

I cast those words to an old, dirty pile.

Now I'm alone in my grief.

What is this feeling?

It's so incomplete.

Life now is fleeting:

I don't even care. 

Love is retreating--

Is anybody there?

The stars are like glass,

And I'm all alone.

Too afraid to ask,

"Why did you go?"

The waters are flowing, carrying me away,

And I'm still wondering

To this day:

Why did I carry 

This burden on my own?

My heart is so hard now,

Just barely a stone.

And now here it comes:

IT IS THE END.

Never a beginning

That ever began.

Now I'll crumble and whither,

Just a memory.

Do I even question,

"Will they miss me?"

But that's not the reason

I'm all alone.

The truth is so simple:

I'm better on my own.

A life that's so pointless, 

They couldn't even see, 

All the pain and torture, 

All the agony.

I can't take this anymore.

BROKEN at age twenty-four.

You try to be a man

When there's a GUN to your head.

I ask myself what's left.

All I have is forty-nine cards 

And a Joker from another deck.

I'm trying to be a man.

Father, have mercy on me.

Why won't anyone try to understand?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

loss even at an early age causes us to get hard as stone.

and sometimes we are certainly broken at an early age...

and that joker hides...and turns our life around in sudden moments.