That Slow Suicide

That slow suicide

reached out

to my throat

grasping for paper straws

that exquisite taste

clanking lipstick stained

tall stemmed glasses

filled with cheap

booze killing liver

wine

tossed into the burning

wood

fireplace steel grate

upended

crashing inside

those

poisonous relationships

addicted to empty

penniless hearts

rock star aspirations

never making those zillions

we promised ourselves

instead

growing up

into fake moms and dads

stumbling over

blocks of self-righteous ancestors

who always abound

with

nothing new

abiding

under an old sun

yet we went on

endured the mundane

day by day

heartaches

headaches

joys

holidays

birthdays

burned out candles

chocolate

cakes

piled high

to

another year

folding under our hats

thinning our skin

thickening our resolve

feeding our lives

robbing

decades

silently

apologizing

to those we’ve slighted

by one single sliver

of doubt

biding its own

denial

where

 it’s no longer needed

because

no one knows

when it comes your way

you’ll

know

to return those same

old trickling

rain checks

pending

upon the back burner

of that slow suicide

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About Steven Humphreys

I live in sunny California with my beautiful wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I hope you will find interesting and informative. Thanks for your interest. Read more 'about me' on this site. Thanks for visiting!
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