Wasted Days and Wasted Lives

today was one of those

wasted days, where you

plan to do so many things,

yet you wind up doing nothing,

laying around in your pajamas,

all grass and weeds, which need

cutting and trimming, quietly

growing 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 her some more,

but you only leave the house

to take the dog outside,

taking a double shot

of insulin, trying to 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,

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, long time,

you think about people and

places which have come

and gone,

about plans and dreams

that never worked out;

you think about life,

you think about death,

you think about lies,

you think about hypocrisy,

all the bullshit in this life,

all the nonsense and chaos;

you think about monsters,

dark and evil,

stealing 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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