Old and Alone: Part I
old & alone
having made enough money to support himself for a while
on the market,
he set himself up in a small basement apartment---
there, he was able to make his guesses &
rake it in,
surviving on his own &
being thrifty the whole way through.
in time,
the man’s need for affection began to eat at him &
the itch grew worse---
having learned his lesson years before in a relationship
that went sour,
his ability to trust anyone had deteriorated completely,
which ironically made him focus better on the stocks
but forced him to endure a lonely existence without intimacy.
he soon found himself ordering escorts &
call girls,
to remind himself of what it was like to have physical contact with
a woman &
as time went by,
the market began to fluctuate &
his guessing began to get hazy---
suddenly, sooner than later, he found himself
quite broke.
when the whole thing caved in on itself,
little guys like him were flushed under the bridge &
he was having trouble now, paying for anything but his rent---
he regretted paying all that money to the women who had
frequented his abode &
he regretted betting a good portion of his life on the market,
as if things would never change.
darkness began to devour all the areas of his life that had once
bore light &
he stopped getting up in the morning to get on the train to work---
after being fired,
he stopped getting up at all.
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