Tragedy #1 and Counting

He cries sitting, waiting, I don’t know why, sad I guess. Tears seem to follow the path of the one before, as stray drops of sadness dare to go their own way down his cheeks, dropping aimlessly to the floor. Its Thursday, almost the end of the week, he should be glad the end of the week is arriving like the week before. He can’t jar loose a picture stuck in his head, it continues to bounce off the inner surface of his skull, as he sits crying on the edge of his bed. Life has given him much, but taken away more. While a clock ticks loudly from its mount on the wall. He thinks about the drawer, and thinks again. A stray thought hits him, that he is getting way to skinny. Where did that come from? He didn’t know. Memories become garbled and nothing seems true, while tears keep falling as he opens the drawer, pulls out a gun and falls to the floor. © 2010 Charles Dennis