Misery comes in threes

Misery comes in threes a single day that foes on forever where the immediate objective becomes so distorted a fresh Kleenex fails to suffice as that sods roll down the ambulances and moving trucks, sheriffs cars becoming blurred on their similarities the irony of a bong in the municipal trunk lost, hidden among clothes and whatever else could be shoved in at last minute everything last notice caught unaware and dreaming the blows that devastate mother father one lying in the emergency room gagging on charcoal and muscle relaxants throwing up the last resort as the other blinded by grief lashes out at the man in the cowboy hat and shining buckle while I watch hearing only the prepubescent pitch in the voice calling “daddy” as he throws off the control pushing it up and over driving a person to self pitied destitution four left standing independently dependent on the jailed and hospitalized tokens of childhood a fifth related out of displacement driven out to nowhere left without a concrete force to lean against the first unexpectedly sneaking like a burglar in the night scratching at the window reality harshly settling into the mind talking and sobbing a way through forcing you from the bed in silent screams no more or less painful than the racking guilt that creeps into the mind second guessing the night before the day before the life before wanting to ask and silenced the catch at the back of the throat dragging the voice downward the screams imploding inward left with no explanation exhausted from possibilities awkwardly trying to make conversation with the schizophrenic sharing the saem room as mother who told nothing shaping the surprise around desperation, feeling abandoned in our needs the second rides on sounds waves “daddy” heartbreaking and jailed assaulting authority in an instinctive effort to protect driven into cuffs by the human capacity for guilt carrying as you are driven away from danger and into seeming comfort eventually revealing deafened ears months of meetings and court dates until it settles until perching on the idea of normalcy fall back into the safety of learned behavior, unused to the weight of needs finally the third seeming ridiculous in its succession happening first, the physical displacement becomes inconsequential compared to the rocking ground that until then had supported and absorbed all shock and fear drained from the muscles leaving you numb to shake the needles from under the skin as they group together the three miseries become hazy a story to tell, watching the looks develop brows furrowed with disbelief at the nonchalance of the tale, when laughter emerges around the incredibility sorrow that begins to resemble routine, reasoning the worst could be no worse than this.

Reviews

This was good. I liked the structure and the flow. I think you captured sadness and the feelings of despair. Very good!