Wasted Days and Wasted Lives

Today was one of those

wasted days where you

have the time to do so many things,

but yet you wind up doing nothing,

laying around in your pajamas,

as grass and weeds which need

cutting and trimming quietly

grow outside,

you go back to bed and

sleep until one in the

afternoon,

you eat your wife’s Reeses Cups

and Kit Kat bars,

then feel guilty and tell yourself

you’ll run to the store later

and buy some more,

but you only leave the house

to take the dog outside,

as you take a double shot

of insulin to try and keep

your blood sugar under 400;

yes, a completely wasted,

unproductive day.

You try to write,

so the day won’t be

a complete loss,

perhaps provide a little

redemption for wasting

an entire day,

but it doesn’t help,

you think about things

you haven’t thought about

in a long time,

you think about people and

places which have come

and gone,

about plans and dreams

that never seemed to

work out,

you think about life,

you think about death,

you think about lies

and hypocrisy,

all the bullshit in this life,

all the nonsense and chaos,

you think about monsters,

dark and evil,

who steal the innocence

and faith from young

children,

taking all they have

leaving them to grow up

with nothing left to give,

you think about all the lives

wasted by wars and greed,

all the suffering in the name

of ego and pride,

you think about truth

and know that there is

only One;

and all the wasted days and

wasted lives are the

only proof you’ll ever need.

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