I’m unprepared to live a new life, The one I knew so well, Is not present, I spend hours daydreaming, Where’d it all go? How did I get to this point? An unwanted place of boredom and repeating drama, Even my beer changed. I’m not happy or sad, But deeply disappointed and confused, I miss what I thought would be, Whatever that is, I’m unsure, Because I don’t know this new life. A place of insecurity and desperation, Triggers, threats, no communication, This is Not Growth, I scream, for no one to hear, But me, I’m scattered in my brain, For me to feel, Nothingness, Eh, it’s just a New Life.
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There's always something to write about. A trip to your nearest convenience store or a day at work. I am a natural observer. If I need assistance I listen intently to what's being said. At day end, I may write about that meeting. I write mostly nonfiction based stories with opinion. View all posts by lisalwilson