Any Day
I smell that oddly familiar smell this morning...
Like a methadone clinic....
The disdain in her eyes says it all,
as I leave for work...
A loveless goodbye to begin my miserable day...
The nausea is enough to make me sick...
I carelessly spent all the rent again...
I spend my lunch break begging to borrow it from my mom...
Promising to pay back advances and loans...
My family greets me at the door with nothingness in their eyes...
I blankly sit on the couch... Defeated... Tired.... And worthless...
Another foul day...
Another any day...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2018
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