by J.J. Campbell
empty
you feel it every day
that gnawing feeling
eating your soul
sad truths beating
you at the end of
every night
you close your eyes
and know no woman
has ever told you
i love you and
meant it
the better half of
your life is gone
fleeting memories
of happiness for
someone else
father time chooses
to never relent or
cut you any slack
and as you search
for the key to the
gun closet
you scramble to
remember the lessons
you learned as a child
about making a choice
and living with the
consequences
one long last drink
you were always
good at accepting
fate
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WOW JJ...amazing poem. I'm only 26 but damn is that the truth...Chris Butler
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