the things nobody mentions
addiction is a powerful word
penetrating like a tattooed heart
sent off to war as an innocent
only to return as a coked-up diplomat
a poster child in denial
nobody said I always had
to be part of the family
and even though I knew the
association was optional
I went along with the charade
I love saying I’ve been sober
going on two weeks now
and whether or not nobody knows
for sure
nobody really cares
just like me
I went to visit a friend in the cemetery
last sunday
he died the same night I was killed
again and again and again
we get together every now and then
just to have a good laugh
april two thousand seventeen
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profound
thank you Bonnie
wow
painful but well written
thank you, Denise
Your title made me think of all the things we think about on our own in silence and wonder. Death is one of those. Only the few dare talk about death seriously even though we all get there one day. Talking about those kind of things can be comforting.
very well expressed, Olga…thank you for sharing your thoughts
This is insanely good. So, so, so, so strong, J.
These are my faves:
“sent off to war as an innocent
only to return as a coked-up diplomat”
the last three stanzas
I hadn’t felt a loss this deep in I don’t know when….
Deeply moving and powerful. The topic is painful (to me anyways) yet the flow of the words is gentle. Well done!
Thank you very much, Parmis.
Really awesome piece.
Thanks so much, glad you think so!