Conversations of Consolation


Debt has shaped most of my sorry life
Shaving it off year by year 
Thanks to my devoted wife
She is a gem in her own right
No more tears of shame
My frame of mind feels just right
I smile these days
You can just feel that inner peace
Once I was in a situation of helplessness
Sleight of hand and a twist of fate
With my ex it felt like
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
The kind of man I was 
I waited
Trying to convince myself to endure
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she got me with
Nothing to win and nothing left lose
I tried to end it all
I took sleeping pills
Tried to give myself away
Those were dark times
I was a car wreck lying upside down
It took some soul searching
But a wise person said
‘change your world’
I vamoosed the chance I got
Literally I went away
Only with the clothes on my back
What a relief
It cost me relations with my kids
Hell they might feel that I abandon them
I will cross that bridge when I get there
Late uncle Stan 
Already called me out on it
Nothing witty to say back
Already to far gone
Careful of who you give yourself away to…

M Cupido
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Smith  Avatar
September 1, 2026 at 10:08 PM
This is a candid, deeply affecting piece that traces a hard-won journey from despair toward peace. The conversational free-verse voice makes the experience feel immediate and honest, while the gratitude for your devoted wife offers a moving counterweight to the darker memories. The closing caution carries real weight.
Matt Avatar
September 4, 2026 at 3:23 AM
Good day Alison your valuable input is much appreciated. I hope you have a magical day~ Matt
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