Velvet Verbosity *413 - Prompt ~ Robbed - 100 words
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The Loser
Standing at the bus stop in the cold rain.
Foul weather and melancholy,
bring into sharp focus, a
lifetime of pain.
The soul had suffered so many felonies,
a thousand cuts of
momentary shame.
Withdrawn and numb now, the shell still exists,
while the
essence and joy in life long ago floated away.
Was it the theft of a childhood, one drunken blow at a time?
Or rather school yard bullies and a brief hollow marriage
that
bears most of the blame?
It matters little now, standing here in the rain.
What
once was, is the present, nothing has changed.
________________________________Image from Saustria
4 comments:
So sad. We're all born the same, but life can be cruel.
velvet verbosity - Sad was what I was aiming for. Some folks hit the mean streets right out of the gate and never make it out.
Somber tones written elegantly
Ruby Manchanda - Thank you for reading it. I never know what to say in reply, but I guess a reply of some kind at least let's the reader know I am grateful for the comments.
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