Life At the End of a Bottle
The pleasure of love destroyed,
refilled heart of freshly poured concrete,
slowly hardened nothing to avoid,
treading through life with drowning feet.
Thoughtless possibilities so endless,
blank time giving all, dragging me down,
promises, now my minds judge, relentless,
much assumed, all consumed and null grown.
Years of my true being, of caring and joy,
all diminished in significance by one,
my built drained wishing well to destroy,
all that’s left from life now a single stone.
Hastening to close my eyes no more cry,
lonesome half empty bottle my new friend,
my humor once gifted by nurture, now shy,
soon signed off by my fooled life to the end.
I wrote this poem as a reminder of my conflicted thoughts in my first few months after my separation and painful loss of seeing my daughter now 3 years ago.
All I can say is remain strong, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and that positive goes a long way.
PS I Love my 6 year old daughter
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